My Ovaries!

Barry the Bee

   All around you, bees buzzed, begging for your juicy dick to elongate itself inside of their honey, wetting your dick with their moist product.

   A bee hive was spotted. The creamy juices almost flowing out. You knew right away that was your hive, you imagined eating the hive out, sliding your tongue into the home of your most beloved pal, Barry, Barry was a thick lil mister, his round, plump ass was definitely something that you desired. You felt a tug on your tidy whiteys, you looked down only to realize your dick was hard from the sheer thought of fucking a bee hive.

   Down came your drawers onto the steamy cement below. Your dick started throbbing, and leaking juices, trying to pull you to the hive, you knew this was going to be the best you have ever had, just because Barry was there. Barry made everything okay, even when your master left you for a goldfish, Barry became your master. But now it was time for you to become the dominant one.

   "BLUB, BLUB MOTHERFUCKER!" You screamed as you leapt towards the bee hive, ready to pound it with your probe.

   You sprinted, suddenly hearing an Australian voice in your head. "Croikey mate, yer anaconda be chasin affer a gazelle, eh?!" Steve Irwin's ghost appeared in front of you. Your anaconda was ready to strangle this supposed gazelle with the meaty contents of your dick.

   Closer you neared, like a linebacker trying to protect his ball, ready to insert your materials into the hive in one swift movement. Steve Irwin was shaking his head, he obviously had no idea how tight those bee hives were.

   You inserted for a moment of ecstasy. For a brief moment, all you felt was this amazing sense, knowing you have finally gotten inside of your favorite thing.

   You felt all of the bees climbing over, making your dick tingle, and you moan. In and out you went inside of the hive. The hive seemed to contract around your dick. It felt amazing. You felt yourself cumming inside of the hive after 30 seconds of pumping. So you pulled out, your semen mixed with the honey and was leaking out.

   You gave the hive a creampie which was oddly satisfying, you knew you'd come back for more in the following days. Steve Irwin was nowhere to be seen.

   Days passed, the bee hive still mocking you, it seemed to beg for your dick to insert itself deep into its holes. You daydreamed about what the hive was saying to you, "Daddy I am so wet and horny for you, please pound my hole!".  You imagined fucking it again, which subsequently made you aroused. The hive was only about thirty feet away from you, and you were ready to pounce.

   You made your way to the hive and stuck your juicy salami deep inside of it, once again you felt the bees crawling on your penis, feeling luxurious, the tiny little pricks on your penis was feeling like ecstasy. But you got the urge to pull out. So you did, you thought you heard Steve Irwin say something but you couldn't make it out.

   Something felt odd about the hive now, you just didn't know what it was. So you never went back to it. Weeks went on, without inserting inside of a beehive, the tension grew, so you called an exterminator to come and get rid of your sex doll.

   But more hives came and went, and so did you. None of them felt like they were, well good enough. Until one day you came home, and there, on your porch, the perfect bee hive sat.

   You undressed yourself, lurching for the bee hive your cock automatically became erect, and quickly it inserted, as if it were the clit. These bees seemed aggravated though, and on the tip, you felt a little something that would make someone feel something. It was tickling, but somewhat painful, you felt the bees sliding deep inside, as you tried to pull out, you felt a tug on your dick, so you pulled harder.

   Along with your dick, Barry the Bee came out. He slid out of the hive, dripping the bee sauce as if he was just born. His wet wings flapping in the crisp air. He stood there, stroking your dick as you got even more aroused, harder he went, and faster. Bees were crawling all around you, ticking you.

   The bees went deeper into your dick, but it all felt so good, soon enough you felt your semen coming out, and along came the bees with it. All over Barry's face, he tried to swallow it all down, but he ended up choking on it, he died, his body shriveled up on the ground before you, as cum covered bees crawled around him.

   You sat there over his lifeless body, as your boner slowly shriveled knowing you killed your only friend, and lover.
  
   Steve Irwin appeared once more "Croikey mate yer an animal!"

   When you woke up in the morning, there was a beehive on your bed with a note from someone called "BTB". The note read "My dearest lover, thank you. Thank you for setting me free. Until we meet again. -BTB"