PIERRE, JONATHAN & TINKERBELLE
A Heaven on Earth
By Izzy Ess of Righteousness
Pierre Civilian spotted
his own angel hovering above the corn.
She looked a lot like Julia Roberts, eh?
He hitched his trousers up and buttoned up his fly, which had been opened
to provide some ventilation to his private parts, while he was harvesting the
soy beans. Moving in between the tall
and shady corn stalks, he located Tinkerbelle above him, hovering and holding
both her hands together in a praying attitude.
Her skirt was long and gauzy. So surprised
he was to see that she was naked underneath her flowing, pure white dress. He gazed steadfastly at her pubic bush and
lower lips between two milky, shapely thighs.
Her feet were small and delicate.
Her ankles, calves and arches were sublime. Her face was quite cherubic and belied the
frank maturity of what she showed below.
He thought she might be seventeen, or certainly no older than a
twenty-five year old. She look at our
Pierre until he’d had a long and lustful look.
She floated to a horizontal attitude to bring her face quite close to
his and kissed him tenderly right on his lips, now quivering. She put her hand upon his head and said, “Hello,
Pierre. I trust that you are well. I have been watching you at your hard work. I’m quite impressed by your great strength
and diligence. I sense your genitals are
throbbing and your manhood is erect.
Here, let me get those buttons for you and we’ll cool you off, a bit.” Pierre was stunned and couldn’t move to stop
her as she stood upright beside him on the ground and reached for him,
unbuttoning his jeans and letting loose the hard, long, throbbing, evil one-eyed
serpent that proudly our Pierre possessed and presently was proudly showing
Tinkerbelle. She said, “My, my, Pierre,
I’ve seen it flaccid, so I had no idea that it grew so large and fat and
hard. Doesn’t it do other things, like
squirt?” Ms. Tinkerbelle began to stroke
Pierre’s long tool and sure enough, it squirted many ounces of a sticky, spermy
liquid which she caught in both her hands and licked them clean. “It’s somewhat salty, hot and tasty. Will it do that once again?” Still quite stunned, Pierre stuck out his
tongue and pointed to his mouth and Tinkerbelle caught on. She kneeled before him and put Pierre’s soft
penis in her mouth and started tonguing it.
Tinkerbelle desisted for a moment and observed, “Your member is again so
large; it is impressive.” Again, she
knelt to take Pierre inside her mouth and moved her head to get it in as far as
she could get it. Then she started
squeezing and moving up and down upon it slowly. Pierre was screaming as he gave his
Tinkerbelle another glob of salty, sticky and quite heated up and spermy, gooey
liquid. Tinkerbelle stood up, her lips
quite covered by the stuff that our Pierre had shot into her mouth. She French-kissed him and shared the semen
with him, eh? Pierre was so ecstatic; he
collapsed at Tinkerbelle’s small feet and swooned. Tinkerbelle bent down and put her ear onto
Pierre’s broad chest. She frowned. She floated up and hovered watching for some
movement. When none occurred, she floated
up toward the heavens, through the fluffy clouds to talk to Angel Gabriel, her
friend and lover, eh? She asked him for
advice. Our Gabriel just shrugged his
shoulders and declared, “He’s dead, my dear.
It’s much too late to save his life.
His spirit’s gone below to Hell to join our Adam for unlawful
fornication and depravity. His Lust was
powerful. He’s also Murdered, Stolen, Coveted
and Borne False Witness, frequently, without Confession nor Remorse. Next time, Tinkerbelle, my dear, please come
to me if you need sex and I’ll fulfill your fantasies, OK?” “OK!” said Tinkerbelle, quite sadly, for her
Gabriel was not equipped like her Pierre, whose dreams she’d haunted for a
year. Some protestation seemed so
inappropriate. She flitted off to see if
farmer Cunningham, of Hamilton, Ontario, in Canada, could be seduced. Her body ached to see if she could get a
proper lay. She still possessed a hymen,
which she’d had for a millennium. She
felt that she was old enough to be deflowered.
She spotted farmer Jonathan James Cunningham as he lay asleep. She haunted his long dream about her. She took her gown off and revealed her pubic
bush and lower lips to him, and watched to see if his equipment sprang to life. It did.
His one-eyed serpent was even larger than her dead Pierre. It pushed its way toward her and she fished
it out of his pajama bottoms. Making him
imagine that he could have intercourse, with her, a young and lovely angel, he
responded, fervently. She saw the squirting
arch of semen from his serpent and she smiled.
She visualized him deep inside of her and got excited. Diddling her clitoris, with her fingers, she
achieved the strongest climax that she’d ever had! She waited until Sunday when her farmer went
to church. She did her trick of hovering
above him in the pews until he looked right up her gown and spotted that she
wasn’t wearing underwear. He felt his
member spring to life and ran out to his truck.
He climbed into the roomy cab and closed and locked the doors. Driving off, he sped down country roads,
towards the barn on his own farm. He
parked inside his barn and bolted shut his big barn door. He dropped his clothes and found a pile of
hay on which to lie, supine. Tinkerbelle
had followed him. She saw that he was
soon prepared to squirt his semen.
Quickly she knelt down beside him, her knees astride his hips. She felt her hymen pop as she slid down and
pushed his steamy stamen deep inside of her.
She squeezed and felt his head about to burst. She rocked her hips to get some friction
going. She was rewarded with a grand
explosion deep inside of her which made her climax twenty times before she
stopped her rocking. Farmer Cunningham
had clenched his eyes so tightly closed he didn’t see her sit atop his hips and
push his one-eyed serpent deep inside of her.
When, at last, he could relax, our lucky farmer opened wide his eyes and
saw the Angel Tinkerbelle, quite naked and so broadly smiling, still gently
rocking, squeezing hard his member which was still quite hard and large. He didn’t seem to have a choice and started
rocking with some thrusting to reproduce his Angel’s rhythm. Tinkerbelle was getting so excited that she
clenched her eyes so tightly shut.
Within a minute, farmer Cunningham and Tinkerbelle screamed loudly as
they climaxed with one big single, star-producing orgiastic, wrenching
spasm. Both of them were vaporized by Gabriel,
just realizing that it was too late for both of them to be Redeemed. The spirits of the screwing couple fell right
into Hell. The vaporizing lightning bolt
incinerated the entire barn and bodies and the truck, into a pile of deeply
blackened ashes. Gabriel was satisfied
that he had done the proper thing. He
floated up to Heaven, giving his report to God and His Son, Jesus, who since They
were Omniscient had already known what did occur. Both were sad to see the beautiful and
charming Tinkerbelle disposed of in this way, insisting Gabriel had done the
Righteous Thing. AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
August 6, 2013
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