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Bee Stung

By: Shenachie2010



Greg enjoyed the brief drive, as it was a perfect spring day. He opened the car window to feel the warm breeze, and to admire the lovely fresh green leaves that were unfolding in the sun. He parked at the turn-off and strolled up the short path, to where the hive was sitting. The bees were very active, taking full advantage of the weather. There was a constant stream of laden ladies landing on the alighting board the pollen baskets on their hind legs full of collected treasure. Greg observed, entranced with the different colours they were bringing home. Where he wondered did they find all these sources.

Greg was suffering from that condition well known to beekeepers, as "Bee Fever". One of the symptoms of which, is the total inability to leave the bees alone. Off he went to get his veil, and that essential of bee work, the smoker. He had a struggle to get it going, and after using most of a box of matches, finally had a tenuous stream of smoke. He adjusted his veil securely and went to the hive. He took it to bits and put back together, thoroughly annoying the bees in the process. They expressed this 

in the time honoured way, by stinging him thoroughly. Disheartened, Greg retreated to the car, where he put away the beekeeping gear. He felt the pressure that was his morning coffee wanting out, so he stood behind the car, unzipped, and taking his cock out enjoyed a lengthy pee. The bee that had been sitting quietly on his crutch, decided to investigate the darkness, that had so invitingly appeared beside her.As Greg drove home he was aware of a tickle or two from his groin, and made a mental note to trim his pubic hair, or he mused get Sally to do it. Yes, that was a better idea, that could lead to interesting things. He had tried to interest Sally in a romp that morning, but she had been sleepy and had given him a sharp elbow and a mumbled no. "Dam!" There was that tickle again; he would have to sort this out soon it was maddening. He scratched at his groin vigorously and the itch went. Oh! That was better. 

He parked the car and went to find Sally. She had now thoroughly woken up and had dressed with a little seduction in mind, in case Greg fancied trying his hand again. If he didn't, well she would encourage him a little. As it was such a fine morning, her shirt was open an extra two buttons and she had apparently forgotten to put on her bra. Beneath her shorts she had put on one of her pairs of silk panties. Sally was more than ready, to give him some serious encouragement. Greg found her in the 

living room and gave her a hug. Sally responded by snuggling into his arms and then slid her hands to his bottom and rubbed his tight arse. Greg murmured into her hair, "Good morning grumpy."

Sally giggled and replied, "Yes I was a bit off, this morning, but that was then and this is now." Greg's stowaway reacted to the erecting of his cock by changing position.

Greg said "Dam, I've got an itch in my pants."

Sally misunderstood, and sliding her hand around rubbed the crutch of his trousers. Greg was just starting to enjoy the action when the bee, now furious at this rough treatment, took a good grip with all six feet and thrust her sting into the very tip of Gregs' defenceless hard on. Greg froze: he knew instantly what had happened. Sally was still stroking him, quite unaware of what was going on.

Then he yelled, "Ow!"

With desperate hands he pushed Sally aside and tried to drop his pants. Sally was impressed, this was more than going to plan, she had him in a fever of passion, great! Greg soon put a stop to those thoughts. 

"Sally, I've been stung on my cock, and it fucking well hurts, come on, help me here."

Together they got his injured organ into the light. There was the sting, very obvious against the purple head of his prick. Sally grabbed it between her nails and without thinking squeezed it between her nails to pull it out. In so doing she deftly injected all the poison from the venom sack into Gregs erection. Greg was in agony, being stung was not funny at the best of times and this was the worst place possible. His cock was swelling dramatically. The glans was heading for the size of a golf ball and feeling very hot. Sally was having a hard time trying not to laugh, it just looked so funny, this huge erection swelling at her as she looked; in fact she realised she was feeling more than quite randy.

"Greg, sit down, for goodness sake." 

He sat obediently in the nearest handy armchair. Sally decided what he needed was to be distracted. In fact, she quite fancied a little distraction herself. The size he had become held out some very promising sensations. She assessed his erection with interest, then trotted off to the bedroom. She returned with a tube of lubricant.

"Greg, I'm going to put some of this on to soothe you, let me know if it hurts." 

She was praying it wouldn't, as she had plans for this monster. She squeezed a good dollop into her right hand and gently allowed the gel to touch his glans. 

He sighed, "Oh, Sally that feels really cool."

The pain was going now and the heat was not nearly so intense. Sally slid her hand very gently up and down his cock with a twisting motion, to cover all the surface in the gel., Greg lifted his hips towards her involuntarily to hurry her along. Sally was marvelling at the size he had gotten. He seemed to be an inch longer and the glans was huge!

"Greg, just lean right back and relax; in fact put this cushion under your back."

Greg took the cushion, and sure enough, that was more comfortable. Sally gave him another coating of gel and asked," How does this feel now?" As she spoke, she gave him a little squeeze.

He sighed, "Oh, apart from feeling tight it's not bad, but it feels really strange, sort of strained."

Sally giggled, "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but it just looks, huge. If you're sure its ok, I want to try something." 

Greg knew that tone of voice. "What exactly are you thinking of?" 

Sally wiped her hand on a towel and took off her shoes. "Well, actually this," she said as her blouse came over her head. "And this," as her shorts and panties hit the floor. 

Then she climbed on to the chair, her neat breasts jiggling, and arranged her legs on the arms and shuffled her bottom towards him. She took him in her hand and aligned the glans with her entrance. She moved her hips, and gelled as he was, he slid right in. 

"And precisely this."

Sally gasped as the swollen head pushed apart her vaginal walls. She wriggled her hips until he was all the way in. He began to start to move but she stilled him. 

"No, Greg, just you stay like you are, I'm in charge here."

She soon realised she was in the wrong position for thrusting, and pulled back, feeling the head slide out of her.

Greg groaned, "Don't tease! I can't stand this."

Sally tartly remarked, 'Well, you're not exactly standing are you! Now just hold still.' 

She knelt on the chair, her legs on either side of him and sank down on him again.

"God, you're massive, I feel stuffed. Oh, it's good.. so good."

She began to rise and fall: the riding lessons had some use after all. She had long wanted to try this, and the circumstances were ideal, well for her anyway if not Greg. He reached up to her breasts, and stroked gently; he loved her tits, not large, not flat, they were to him just ideal with their perky brown nipples. He craned up and licked the nearest, taking it in his lips to nibble and tease with his tongue. 

Sally was in heaven: she had never felt so full.

Her movements were getting more urgent. She was getting very excited, hell, she was going to come. Taken by surprise, she thrust harder, then urgently, then frantically, her hips a blur as the orgasm hit her. She shuddered and Greg felt her pussy gripping him in rippling pulses as she came. She leaned forward on to him, gasping for breath.

"Oh, that was something, that was really something else. Did you come too?"

Greg shook his head. "No I just feel numb there, I can't seem to feel much at all. 

Sally looked at the distress evident on Greg's face as he studied his swollen organ. 

"Sally, I have to come, to get this down. I'm feeling I'll have to pee soon, and there's no chance of that, with my cock like this, is there?"

Sally stifled the urge to laugh as Greg's face glowered at his penis.

"I don't know what to do here," she said. "If I can't get you off with fucking, I just don't know. She paused, "What about Jo."

Greg groaned. "What about Jo?"

Sally hesitated. She knew things about Jo that he had yet to learn. It could be soon though, the way things were going. Do you know she's an ex- nurse?"

Greg spat: "I don't want her life history, this is getting serious here."

"Okay, try and relax, just you stay put here. I think she can sort this out for you. She has hidden talents," she added cryptically. Greg heard Sally on the phone in the kitchen as she made an ice pack.

Two minutes later Jo was at the front door. She breezed in to the living room where Greg hurriedly tried to cover himself.

"Hi, Greg, I hear you've a little problem." She peered at his groin, moving his hands out of the way. "No, it's a big problem I'd say." Laughing she put down her bag beside Greg. "I'll just wash my hands in the kitchen." She went through the door only to reappear briefly. "Sally, you'd better do the same."

Sally joined her and Greg could hear muffled chatter followed by. "Really!" from Sally.

Jo's trim figure, in profile, seen through the glass door of the kitchen, held Greg's attention despite his discomfort. He wondered if, no those thoughts were no help at all.

The two returned with clean hands held before them. Sally picked up the lube to show Jo. She offered it for inspection saying, "Will this do?"

Jo nodded as she rummaged in her bag. "Ah, here we are." She said, straightening up with a box of surgical gloves, and a tube of something. She shook out a glove and put it on her right hand. Opening the tube, she squeezed some glistening fluid on to the glove. "Right Sally, you know what to do." Sally nodded and greased her hand. Taking Greg's cock in her hand, she stroked him gently.

Greg heard Jo behind him. She whispered in his ear, startling him. "Bend over please, I'll sort this for you. Open your bottom for me please, crouch a little. Yes, like that, a little more please. That's good."

Greg felt a cool touch right on his anus.

"Hey!" He protested. "What's going on? What the hell do you think you're doing."

Jo circled her finger right on his entrance. "Just relax and bear down for me, please."

Greg, knew that tone of voice, the do as I say tone. Obediently he pushed out. He felt the finger penetrating the sphincter, God, she was so slow, so careful. Sally's hand felt so good as well. Oh, this was something different! Jo, feeling inside him found her target. Crooking her finger upwards, she pressed with the pad. Greg jerked, making Sally lose her hold.

Jo laughed, and pressing again, said. "Your prostate gland. Your own little pleasure center. Like it?"

As she talked she set up a rhythm with her finger and, to Greg's amazement, he started rocking with it. Sally kept pace with her hand, using an up and down motion, with a half twist, each stroke. Fascinated, she saw the pre cum oozing from his glans. Greg's excitement grew with the increasing rhythm and pressure of the finger in his bottom. Jo pressed ever more firmly upwards to increase the sensations for him. Sally felt his excitement growing, and kept her stroking steady, as Jo had said in the kitchen.

Jo, feeling his sphincter clenching on her finger, pushed deep into him, giving three little probes rapidly three times and that was the trigger. Greg rose on his toes, trembling. "Ah, ah AH!" screamed Greg as the spurts of come flew in the air. "Oh, enough please, enough, Jo!"

His insides were on fire, the finger suddenly unbearable. He stood panting, heaving in great breaths, looking in disbelief at the pools of semen lying on the floor. Jo eased her finger out, to his immediate relief. 

Jo turned to Sally. "Can you get a wash cloth, please?" Sally trotted off to fetch one from the bathroom. Jo stripped off the glove and put on a fresh one just as Sally returned.

"Right, Sally, give his cock a good clean, please, while I get this ready." Sally washed his greasy cock as gently as she could while Jo anointed her clean glove with cream. Greg groaned as the pressure to pee built inexorably in his straining bladder. His organ throbbed painfully and to his expert eye looked bigger than ever. Jo moved in front of him and said to Sally.

"That's fine, that's really clean now, I'll do the rest." Sally's jaw dropped as Jo took her husband's erection in her right hand and gave it what looked to Sally to be, over and above the call of duty, strokes. 

"Jo," she spluttered, "what are you doing?"

"Relax, Sally, this is medical, I'm applying an anti-histamine ointment. Right, Greg," she said standing back. Jo then gave his cock a deft hard flick, making him yelp in pain. His erection vanished instantly.

"Look! It's gone. Oh great; oh I have to pee." Groaning, he rushed to the toilet almost peeing on the way, so great was his urge for relief.

Sally rounded on Jo. "You could just have done that, to get him down, couldn't you? That slap. That would've worked at the start."

"Oh yes, agreed Jo, but I just love making a man come from the inside. Anyway, I've wanted to see him, you know erect, for a long time. What a lovely arse he has! Not to mention a nice cock."

"I'm going to kill you, Jo, that was mean."

As Sally advanced menacingly, Jo called out, "Greg do you think I'm mean for helping."

Greg shouted back (as he peed), "Of course I don't, that was one of the best comes of my life and this is definitely the best pee. What a relief!"

"See, whispered Jo. He's happy, why aren't you?

Sally glowered at her, then grinning asked, "How long have you got?

Bee Stung Pt. 01



Note: ALF: Animal Liberation Front

CCD: Colony Collapse Disorder

DOA: Department of Agriculture

Rosewood California, July 7, 2011, 2:00 A.M., the residence of Barry Sandford, CEO Mrs. Sandford's Honey (a division of Sandford Industries).

Bzzz! "Grumble! Snort! Sandford here. Pierce?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!...What do you mean there's been a breach?!....No! Stay there. I'm coming over."

Sandford Research Laboratories: 2:30 A.M.

Pierce: ".....damn animal rights freaks. Claim to be ALF's insect division"

Sandford: "What's the damage?"

"Hives five through sixteen are total losses. Seventeen to thirty are salvageable and species 1478 has escaped."

"The Peruvian Mountain Honeybee?"

"Yes, the Apis fornicatea."

"Damn! Did you alert the Department of Agriculture?"

"Yes I did. You want me to alert the locals?"

"Call the Mayor. Inform him of the situation. Tell him the bees are harmless. At least they're not Africanized."

"We don't know much about the species. We only started research two months ago."

Sandford rubbed his brow. "Just tell him so far as we know they're non-aggressive."

"So what happens when they breed with the local population?"

The CEO's face split into a toothy avaricious smile. "We have the patents. We can claim the rights. We can take over all the independent bee farms in the region. D.O.A. will back us. Considering the amount of honey the new species produces, they'll grovel if it means replacing C.C.D. losses."

"And the incident with the ALF girl?"

"Pay her off, shut her up, or...." He cast a meaningful look at Pierce.

Pierce whistled. "Okaaay, I'll get right on it."

Barry Sandford listened to the CD recordings of the head apiologist while driving home.

"Species 1478 was found in a remote valley in the Andes. It apparently has evolved in relative isolation for millions of years....characterized by the lack of a distinctive barb in its stinger....seems relatively docile compared to other bees, but research is inconclusive....largest species of any variety ever discovered, including the Himalayan honey bee...produces over five times the amount of honey than the European or African variety....venom is found to contain unusual properties, research is inconclusive. Locals claim the venom, honey, and beeswax have aphrodisiac properties. I have named the species Apis aphroditea for the record (unfortunately, due to a misguided joke by one of my graduate students, Apis fornicatea seems to be the preferred term). Note: a curious local custom forbade women from entering the valley except during a festival occurring once every forty years. The reasons are obscure as my questions brought forth evasive responses."

As Sandford settled into bed he thought, "Docile species, major honey producer. I'll make millions; what could possibly go wrong?"

******

"What a beautiful sunset," thought Odetta as she prepared for her evening yoga. Odetta adopted nude yoga as a hobby in college. Its positive effects on her figure and stress levels made her a devotee. 

Odetta Lucessi, in both looks and fortune, was blessed with phenomenally good luck. Her Columbian mother gave her a curvy, big-breasted body. Her Italian father gave her a solid middle-class upbringing. A lucky lottery ticket, bought just after her eighteenth birthday, gave her a multimillion dollar fortune. 

Luck and beauty had their stresses, however, and Odetta nearly broke under both. A friend introduced her to yoga; it was a godsend. Yoga kept her body toned and her mind balanced. 

Odetta credited her best decisions to yoga's calming influence. Ironically, the nude aspect came from an initially bad one. A silly truth or dare game she lost in college (plus a little tequila) forced her into a nude yoga session for her sorority and brother fraternity, respectively.

The experience should have been humiliating; instead Odetta was liberated. A new world of sensuality opened for the young woman. 

Odetta's new balance helped her make the right decisions. Good investments expanded her fortune, allowing Odetta to cover her education as well as her sister's and brother's; allowed her to buy a retirement house for her parents in Arizona; and let her easily afford the expensive San Francisco high rise in which she currently resided.

At age thirty, Odetta could afford to smile. She was at the top of the social strata; blessed with beauty, brains, and money. She had no boyfriend at the present but the situation was just temporary.

Odetta paused at the hallway mirror before heading to the patio. The mirror reflected a curvy, double d'ed thirty-year-old with chestnut colored hair cascading in wavelets to her twenty-six inch waist. A long nose, angular face, high cheekbones, wide mouth, and bee stung lips completed the image of smoldering sexuality.

She turned around and looked at her ample ass. "God, I'm hot! Good booty is good advantage." Good booty also attracted attention. She followed her friend Kim's lead and did nude shoots for Playboy. The publicity was good and she had no regrets, but opted against reality shows. "I don't need the money."

Satisfied, Odetta went to the patio to spread her mat. She exercised in the warm evening air, bending and stretching her luscious body. Previous boyfriends (and a few girls) tended to get excited when they saw that curvaceous dream move. She never exactly invited voyeurs but didn't mind if someone was present, either.

A few tended to lose control when they saw her in different poses. One boyfriend's favorite was the Bhujangasana cobra pose. He liked the way it made her boobs jut out. Odetta broke up with him; it was annoying trying to perform the cobra while some idiot kept nursing your titties. "There's a time for everything." 

Another boyfriend made the Balasana, child's resting pose, impossible. The pose was for relaxation but it also exposed her bunghole and pussy, and with a randy boyfriend hovering close....

Now Odetta was no fool. She knew her activities could excite her paramours, but she had rules. "Before and after boys, never during. Some guys just don't have respect."

Odetta's apartment was one of the most expensive in the city. Spacious, with a large patio and a beautiful garden facing the bay. The building's owner had secured the air rights, preventing other builders from blocking the view. It made the patio excellent for sunbathing and yoga.

The flowers attracted all sorts of insects, so when Odetta heard the buzzing, she initially dismissed it. "It seems a little late for bees," she thought. Bees didn't scare Odetta, she wasn't allergic.

The buzzing grew louder. Odetta, wrapped in her fetus pose, glanced upward. The evening sky was a clear golden rose, except for one dark cloud. "?" queried Odetta. 

The cloud swirled into a funnel. The buzz crescendoed to a loud hum. She'd never seen many, but Odetta knew a bee swarm when she saw it. "Oboy, that's a large one. Where did it come from?"

It occurred to Odetta that her position was extremely vulnerable: naked, on a patio, with hundreds of bees hovering overhead. "I better go inside," she thought, untangling herself. 

Almost as if her motions were a trigger, the hum turned into a roar, as of a diving Zero. The funnel cloud descended...straight towards the nude young woman. 

Odetta shrieked and ran towards the apartment. She paused to slide the door closed. It was at that very precise moment, Odetta's phenomenally good luck, luck which had blessed her with beauty, brains, and riches, tipped its hat and bade her adieu. The door jammed.

The door jammed as sliding doors do, when thousands of stinging insects bear down upon unclothed females. "Oh fuck!" she cried and ran for the living room. 

The cell phone was on the couch. She picked it up aaand, "No battery! Of course." Bees streamed through the open door. She ran for the door to the apartment. The bees got there first.

She turned and bolted for the hallway, aiming for the bedroom. She thrust the door open, "Aaaah! Bees!" Odetta had left the bedroom window open and bees poured in. "Oh no! The bathroom window's open too!" A rush to the bathroom confirmed the apisinine invasion. 

Sobbing in despair, Odetta ran to the end of the hall. She turned around, cornered, watching thousands of deadly humming darts arrow towards her nude body. "I'm fucked!"

She closed her eyes; the buzz grew louder. "Aaaah!" she screamed. A hail storm fell upon her body. Odetta gasped, not from the sting of thousands of needles, but from shock. "They're not stinging?!" 

Peeking her eyes open, Odetta noticed bees were settling upon her skin, covering her body from neck downward. Her knowledge was lacking but Odetta knew this was odd behavior for bees. 

"Maybe it's because I'm standing still," she reasoned. "Okay Odie. Don't move. I've got to figure a way out of this mess."

Other bees hummed in a tight funnel in front of her body. More bees settled on her boobs. The tickling effect of tens of thousands of tiny legs was maddening but Odetta didn't dare move; there were worse fates than getting tickled to death. 

If the bees on her skin drove Odetta crazy, the ones on her pussy tipped her out of reality. Odetta's flower grew moist. "Am I getting wet?" she gasped. Bees crawled along her landing strip and skittered over her pussy lips. She wasn't there yet but it felt as if thousands of tiny vibrators assaulted her clit. In spite of herself, tiny moans issued from her lips. 

Another curiosity presented itself. "Why aren't they covering my face?" Indeed, while bees swirled around her and covered her body, the insects kept well away from her face. A few bees hovered close to her eyes but kept a careful distance. 

Odetta took the time to carefully examine the insects. "Gasp! They're so large!" They were the biggest bees she'd ever seen, easily the size of a hummingbird. 

The bees were striped red and gold. Their wings were the size of a dragonfly's. The bees buzzing near her eyes, she noticed, had no stingers. She knew enough to figure the bees were male drones.

The bees on her body were female workers. Inch thick black needles jutted ominously from their furry bodies. Odetta shuddered to think of those tiny lances piercing her vulnerable skin. 

"What kind of bees are these?" she asked. They certainly weren't the killer bees of the movies and novels. Even killers weren't this large. 

The bees' curious behavior was centered on Odetta's boobs and crotch. "? What are they doing to my boobs?"

The red/gold bra on Odetta's udders parted, revealing double dees, crowned by coppery half dollars. Two bees from the roiling mass, each larger than the others, buzzed to her areoles, one to each breast. 

The bees sported lances, longer and sharper than their sisters'. They crawled to her nipples, plumping and feeling with legs and antennae. Odetta responded in spite of herself. "Bees are diddling my tits?!" She received the shock of her life a few moments later. 

To Bee Continued



Bee Stung Pt. 02



The tit-diddling bees raised their stings. Beads of clear venom gleamed at the tips of the black needles. "Oh no!" Odetta gasped. "They're going to sting me!"

Her fears were confirmed when the two workers plunged their lances, dead center into her pointy red nipples. 

"Aaaahh!" she screamed as white hot fire flamed her tits. Odetta watched with wide brown eyes as the bees pumped up and down, red/gold abdomens throbbing, steel hard stingers sliding in and out, filling her nipples with venom. 

Odetta moaned; her ample bosom quivered and her bee-covered belly quaked. Terror fought with pain; she feared her involuntary movements would ignite the bees to stinging frenzy. However, other than the nipple piercers, the bees maintain a low hum, softly vibrating her body. 

The vibrations increased as alarm pheromones, released by the tit bees, created a different sort of frenzy. 

Odetta gasped another, "Oh no!" Her earlier impulse to keep still seemed futile; the bees were swarming anyway. "Should I make a run for it?" she asked herself. It seemed a choice between stung to death now or stung to death later. The latter option was better than standing against a wall, covered in insects, mouth open in shock, watching two large bees hump her breasts. 

Odetta steeled herself. "Get ready Od...what's happening to my pussy?" The bees on her cunt lips buzzed a high pitched hum. The increased vibrations created a moist feeling between her legs. Odetta blushed, "Bees are making me wet? If I get out of here, this stays a secret. I'll never live it down. The tabloids would cream. Oh God! Now what's happening?!"

Fears of stinging prevented Odetta from peering over her heaving breasts, but her rose told her the bees were up to something. "Oh! They're on my clit!"

Three bees positioned themselves on her bud. Three stingers unsheathed; three stingers plunged. "Eek!" Odetta squeaked as her clit and cunt lips were speared. 

The pain was volcanic. Grasping and clutching at the wall, Odetta hissed as venom pumped into her tenders. The two bees on her boobs withdrew their lances, unnoticed by the young woman. 

"Aaahh! Unnngh! Oh God! It hurts! Oh! Please stop!" The fire in her erogenous zones burned for several minutes before dimming to a low ember. "What's happening to my nipples?!" she gasped.

Her tits were growing. As the fire dimmed, Odetta's nipples plumped into rose pink volcanoes. The tips swelled to pencil erasers. 

The low burn settled deep into Odetta's boobs, a not unpleasant feeling. "What did those bees do? Bee stings aren't supposed to do this." 

The first moments of pleasurable heat were offset by the fire in her envenomed cunt; but the fire dimmed and the bees de-lanced. 

The young woman had never seen such frenzy. The bee swarm was unlike any ever seen. Odetta heard horror stories; old people and children stung to death by savage killers (and she viewed "The Swarm" once, a horror story in itself), but this swarm behaved different. "It's like they're waiting," she remarked. "But for what?"

The fire in her cunt faded to warm heat which radiated, upward to her womb. Her pussy lips puckered and inflated. Her clit plumped pink and sensitive. 

"Ooooh! I feel thick down there. Thick and wet; what did those bees do to me?" she moaned.

Pre-bee, Odetta's pussy was a mid-sized slit able to accommodate a moderate to large sized range of cocks. Her best assets were her ass-et and her boobs. Now she sported cunt lips which complemented her heinie, complete with a prominent, hair trigger clit. 

A bee hummed across her newly enhanced vajayjay. "Gasp!" Odetta exhaled as an orgasm raced up her body. The new fire differed from the old; a fire of pleasure instead of pain. "Ohhh! Mmmm!"

Bees ran across her pussy. "Nnnngh! Fight it Odie! If I cum they'll sting me to death!"

The Apis fornicatea, however, were interested in a different sting. The next clue came from Odetta's swollen tits. The heat had spread throughout her boobs. Her melons became as sensitive as her nethers. Thousands of tiny legs tickled across them and nearly drove her mad. What happened next dropped her down the rabbit hole. "What's that on my tits?!" 

White beads appeared on her nipples. The beads grew into pearls. The pearls popped and a stream of cream trickled down her melons. Bees caught in the flow were drenched. "Milk?!"

At the same time, bees on her clit buzzed their wings, causing a reaction from clit, pussy, and babe. 

Odetta's eyes rolled back; her mouth formed an O and "OOOHHHH!" rolled out. Syrup dripped from her swollen cleft. 

"I can't believe this!" she gasped. "Bee stings that make me lactate?! Bees making me cum?! What kind of insects are these?! Are they even bees?! I've got to figure a way out without getting stung to death."

Hidden deep within her mind was an unspoken doubt that she wanted rescue. Her moans of pleasure stood in contrast to her fear.

******

The bees' subsequent activity took events to the next level. Attracted to the nectars flowing from her melons and flower, bees congregated on both, leaving her torso bare. 

Odetta moaned and bit her lip, breathing heavily, sweat glistened belly quivering with fear and orgasm. The roiling mass reformed into a bee-kini, with openings for her nipples and pussy. 

The new configuration seemed to offer an opportunity for Odetta. "Maybe if I walk carefully I can get out of the apartment, call pest control. I can feel embarrassed later." 

However, when she moved her foot, the swarm responded with a threatening hum. The bee-bra and bee-panties buzzed ominous vibrations. Electric orgasms flared in her erogenies. "Gasp!" she aspirated. Orgasm and fear fired her nerves. "I guess they don't want me to leave."

Odetta's nipples passed leakage into percolation. The bees around the boobs bathed in white cream. Two large sparrow-sized buzzers crawled to her fountains, took a nipple in their mandibles, and started mastication. 

Simultaneously, bees on the bottom munched mandibles along Odetta's soft bubblegum-pink clit. That was it for Odetta.

Odetta was no stranger to sex; but no previous experience ever compared to being eaten out by bees. Her body responded in ways previous lovers never brought forth. 

Fluids squirted from her body, drenching bees and drawing more. Bees gulped the nectar. "UUUNNGH! OOOHHH! AAAHH!" Odetta ululated. She could barely stand. Her legs were weak from the crushing orgasms running through her body.

Every time she nearly collapsed, bees buzzed menacingly, a subtle warning to stay upright. Other movements were ignored, however. 

Her sweat-slick belly rolled and quaked. Her bee-covered milk-spewing breasts jelly wobbled back and forth. Cum squirted from her throbbing vulva. 

Odetta was the center of a hurricane. She stared at the whirlwind, eyes wide, mouth opened, issuing moans and arias. The bees on her pleasure spots drank their fill before joining the swirling mass. Bees from the tornado replaced the sated to have their turn.

Odetta's nipples, swollen to pencil erasers, streamed milk in white arcs. Cream fell into the buzzing maelstrom. Bees, alighting upon her udders, frequently blocked the flood. 

Her cunt was a roiling mass of cum and bees. Apic rapists scrambled over each other to get to her petal. "AAAAHHH! OOOHHH!" Odetta sopranoed. "Oh! God! Molested by bees! God! I've never felt anything like this! It's....! Are they entering me?!"

Within the sticky, roiling mass, a worker, belly full and slick with Odetta nectar, decided to explore this strange mammal's petal further. Crawling up her clit, it slid into Odetta's moist flower, made extra sensitive by bee venom. Odetta came and squirted in response.

The bee-in triggered a chain reaction from the bees; Odetta's body reaped the benefits. One bee penetration caused an orgasm; hundreds of bees streaming inward caused a seismic quake. 

"Omigod! They are! Oh! I'm cumming! Oh! Unnngh! Gasp! I can't beli...! Fucked by bees! I cumming! Oh! Unnngh! Aaahhh!"

The swirling tornado also reacted, reconfiguring into a phallic-shaped cloud. Its tip pointed directly towards her pussy. Seconds later, Odetta Lucessi, millionairess, celebutante, and part time Playboy model, became the first North American to be drilled by the male drones of the Peruvian Mountain Bee (seconds after becoming the first American to get fucked by the female workers of the Apis fornicatea). Odetta was too busy cumming to appreciate her pioneering role in interspecies bisexuality.  

Arias echoed through the apartment. Thoughts of escape receded as the orgasms overwhelmed her survival instinct. A slight change in the bees on her boobs went unnoticed. 

The females streamed through Odetta's spasming canal. The vanguard eased the invasion by slurping her cum and lining the moist passage. Bees passed through to the cervix. 

The beating of thousands of wings against the sensitive walls caused Odetta's torso to gyrate wildly. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy unfelt with human lovers. 

The worker bees streamed into her womb and began to line the walls. The drones followed and, upon arriving, formed a ball. The workers beat their wings against Odetta's wet sensitives, forcing her into continuous climax and cum production.

At this stage, the young woman should have collapsed into a quivering ball of orgasm. Instead she stayed glued to the wall, whipping her head side to side, moaning and screaming, with a spasming, bloating belly. 

Her scrambling fingers dug grooves in the wall. The floor beneath her was soaked with cum and sweat.

Odetta's adherence came from an unnoticed activity among the tit workers. Upon receiving their fill of milk the bees left her nipples. They flew to her shoulders, ass, and the gap between the curvature of her spine and the wall. 

A minute's wait later, the bees worked their mandibles. Whitish fluid dripped from their mouths. Working along her arms, back, ass, and legs, the bees used the milk-based wax to glue Odetta to the wall. When finished, the bees joined their companions inside their new home. 

******

Odetta moaned as another orgasm swept through her body. "Fucked by bees," she whispered. "Who would believe it? I'm a tabloid story."

Breast milk streamed from her nipples, down her sweat-shined body, over her rising, round belly, to her cum-slick pussy. A few bees popped out and lapped a couple of droplets. Her round belly vibrated like a cell phone. "What are they doing to me," she blearily wondered. 

A vision of a building, outwardly innocuous, but with sounds of saws, hammers, and drills issuing from within, sprang into her head. "They're not doing what it feels like, are they?" she gulped. "What's that sound?"

A low hum, like a tiny helicopter, approached from the hallway. At the same time, her automatic lights, timed to switch on with the darkening twilight, illuminated. 

Odetta was able to see the approaching bee flying towards her. She proffered a wane smile. "Well, I guess you're the queen."

Its size, a robin's size, and wingspan, which shamed a dragonfly, marked it as royalty. It flew close and around her body, examining her subjects' work. 

Odetta drew in breath as it landed on her swollen bud. Lowering its head, it dove between the young woman's lips. Odetta "Ohhhhed!" as first the head, then the wings, next the abdomen, and finally the sting slowly disappeared; and the queen travelled inward to claim her throne. 

To Bee Concluded 



Bee Stung Pt. 03



Conclusion



  On July 15, 2011, SFPD officers Russo and Hicks came to the apartment of one Odetta Lucessi. Concerned friends had asked the police to check on Odetta as she had not contacted them, nor been seen at her usual haunts, for over a week.

 Russo and Hicks were very happy to go out of their way to visit Odetta's apartment. She was a celebutante and the two officers were well acquainted with her Playboy work. 

 She didn't answer the door. "Miss Lucessi, this is the SFPD. Are you all right?" asked Hicks. Russo put his ear to the door. "I think I hear something. Sounds like moaning. Get the superintendent."

 The superintendent swiped the lock. A click meant the lock worked but the door wouldn't budge. Several tries produced the same result. The officers tried breaking the door down and got bruised shoulders for their trouble. "Uh...guys, the door's state of the art security. You need the fire department. 'Morons!'" said the superintendent.

 It took a couple of thumps with the battering ram and the Jaws of Life to force the door. "What's that sound?" asked Russo. "Sounds like bees," replied a fireman. "Something's blocked the door," said Hicks. He glanced inside and then hurriedly shut the door. "Call animal control now!"

Sandford Residence, 8:00 PM

Bzzzt! "Sandford....What now Pierce?....You found them?....What do you mean, we have a problem?!....Stay right there, I'm coming over!"

Sandford Executive Headquarters, Sandford Plaza, 8:30 PM

Pierce: "A firefighter recorded the whole scene. We greased a few palms to get it. Animal control had to lob in smoke grenades. The beeswax was extremely tough, but it melts easily."

 The apartment, walls, furniture, and windows were covered in beeswax. "My God! There are hives everywhere!" exclaimed Sandford. 

"Yes," said Pierce. "Apparently this species creates a main hive and then several subsidiary hives, each with queens subordinate to the main hive. We've named the queen of the main hive, the Queen Prime. This is the most highly organized and intelligent bee species (Hell! Insect species) ever discovered."

"And where is the main hive?" asked Sandford.

"Watch, you're not going to believe it," replied Pierce, with a mysterious, gleeful smile.

 She was at the end of the hall, fixed against the wall. Her arms and legs were buried in beeswax. "Isn't that?...." asked Sandford.

"Yes it is."

"She looks pregnant. That's breast milk leaking." Sandford felt a bump. He had a preggo/lacto fetish. 

"I wouldn't say pregnant...just watch."

 Her belly did indeed look pregnant; round, shiny, and quivering. Her breasts, swollen with large nipples, leaked white milk. Her face, shiny with sweat, and topped with wet, matted hair, looked half comatose. Faint moans whispered from her mouth.

 Her pussy lips were exposed; thick and meaty pink, and dripping an amber fluid. "Is that?!...." exclaimed Sandford.

"Yes it is, keep watching."

 The woman groaned; her entire body shiny/slick with sweat, milk, and honey. She seemed unaware of the fireman. Her soft body shook like jello. Sandford was extremely aroused. "Something's happening with her pussy!"

"Watch!" Pierce cried anticipatorily.

The woman's swollen cunt lips parted. "That's a....!"

"Uh huh!"

 Before Sandford's stunned eyes (and presumably to the shock and horror of the first responder), a large bee, accompanied by the loud ululations of the woman, exited the woman's pussy in a splash of cum and honey. Sandford, in spite of his horror, nearly squirted some himself. 

"What the...did you see...?! But how...?!"

"She's the main hive!"

"What?! Pierce! This is not funny!"

"It's true sir! I'll let Dr. Morgan explain."

Sandford turned to Morgan his chief apiologist. "Well, Morgan?"

"Ahem...! Well...ahem! Well, it seems Apis fornicatea, I mean the Apis aphroditea, (damn that grad student) uses female mammals in their hive network. I daresay it likely explains why the locals didn't allow women in the valley."

"Do you mean to say those bees turned Odetta Lucessi into a beehive?!"

"Uh...er...um, that's the gist of it. They...uh.. erm...uh, also use....ahem...female bodily secretions as part of their food production."

"What?!"

"They use breast milk to make beeswax and cum to make honey!" Pierce shouted, giggling. 

"Not completely," said Morgan, uncomfortably. "They process nectar like bees, but they need...ahem...sexual fluids to complete the process. We haven't quite discovered how yet."

Sandford's head spun. "'Impossible! Unimaginable! Gulp! And actionable!'"

"You won't believe how they kept her alive! They fed her dead drones and larvae!"

"What?!"

"Pierce is correct. Drones which outlived their usefulness and extra larvae were force-fed to her for food. They also constructed an amazingly elaborate structure for body waste. They clean the urine and feces themselves. Fascinating, amazing creatures. We'll spend years in research."

 Sandford rubbed his brow. "'The most advanced bee species ever discovered. Billions in potential profit, and a public relations apocalypse.' A celebutante held captive and raped by intelligent bees," he muttered.

"Sir?" inquired Pierce.

"Nothing. So what's her current condition?"

"Satisfactory, slightly dehydrated. The doctors are taking the bees out as I speak. Animal control and research and development are cleaning her apartment. We're taking the bees back to the lab. The mayor and D.O.A. want a report."

"Get on it," Sandford groaned. "My God, Pierce! She has us by the balls!"

"Sir?"

"Odetta Lucessi; she'll sue our asses into the next century and the publicity will ruin us. She's rich and famous enough to make our lives hell."

"Oh! Of course you're right sir. And she's hot....did you see the ass on her?"

"We're not talking about her ass, Pierce! We're talking about ours. We have a public relations disaster, here." Sandford sighed, "Write a report, Pierce. Prepare a statement to the press, if it comes to that; and set a board meeting first thing tomorrow. I'm going home and taking a couple of aspirin." 

 As he settled into bed with his wife, Sandford went over the Lucessi crisis. "We can't pay her off, she doesn't need the money. The rough stuff is out; she's too famous to disappear."

 Just as he fell asleep an idea jolted him awake. He thought a moment. "It might work. She's a business woman; if she's greedy enough and we present this right, we can avert disaster and all of us will get rich." He settled back to sleep with an avaricious smile.

Epilogue: Bee Season

 Odetta Lucessi, Co-Chairperson, Sandford Industries and CEO Lucessi Honey (a subsidiary of Sandford), moved through the giant apiary and garden that served as her company's main production center.

 Lucessi Honey was fast becoming the most successful producer of honey-based products in North America. The new species turned out to be fantastically successful. Odetta was richer than she'd ever been.

 The honey's success was attributed to a carefully guarded secret ingredient. Her mischievous smile offered a clue; her nudity offered another. 

 Yes, she'd been pissed after her recovery. Yes, she'd wanted to sue. Several things changed her mind. First: Sandford groveled, wept, and pleaded, offering major stock in his company.

 Second: according to taste and lab tests, the honey had great potential. It came in great quantities ("Oh yes, did it."), acted as a natural Viagra, and mixed with everything. The beeswax was a cosmetician's dream, a natural beauty enhancer. 

 Finally: one does not undergo a seven day orgy without an afterglow. Seeing as she was key to the bee product (in board meetings on future expansions, others were considered "I wonder if I can use my friends?"), Odetta tempered her anger and leapt at the opportunity.

 The Lucessi Apiary, the world's largest, was as much home as her nearby mansion. She looked down at her pussy, cunt lips permanently swollen and glistening with her secret ingredient.

 Odetta fed it a few cocks occasionally (a weasel named Pierce was useful), but most of what it ate were much smaller, and far more satisfying. 

 As she approached her specially made bed a familiar hum rose around her. "Mmmm," she purred. "I love bee season."

The End