manny. mvp

EMMANUEL METROPOLIS

AND HIS MOM AND FRIEND

A Fictional Sagacious Saga Of A

Baseball Star, His Mother And His Girlfriend

Who Met With An Abrupt Fate And

Left Behind A Legacy That Still Lives Today

By Izzy Ess Of Curviness

Emmanuel Metropolis was captain for the baseball team that won the city championship last year in the Borough of Manhattan.  Emmanuel was all around the brightest player on the team.  He pitched and caught and played the infield and the outfield, wherever he was placed by his smart coach, Ty Koran Knob.  Easily he won the MVP award as voted by the coaches of all the teams.    The scouts of all the Major League teams were completely fascinated by this young Manny, who like Hermann Ruth, the Babe, Bambino, of the chocolate bars, could hit and run and play all fields and was a noted pitcher, also.  Emmanuel’s future baseball rookie Fleers Gum card was already being traded as a future on the floors of every Flea Market in New York, and elsewhere, especially Chicago and Atlanta.

The New York Yankees bought our handsome Manny’s contract and gave him a signing bonus of an hundred thousand dollars, which the young Knob could use for bubble gum and poppy seeds, corn chips and Kosher pickles, plus those bonus bags of pumpkin seeds.  Manny sent the rest to his great mom in Mexico, so she could emigrate to New York City, where he could easily support her.  His mom brought the beautiful and sexy Lopez girl that he had dated back in grammar school and the three of them, Senorita Annabella Lopez, Manny Metropolis and his mother, Senora Consuelo Martinez lived on the five whole million dollars annually that the New York Yankees paid him to sit mainly in the dugout while the coach decided when to put him in the game, as pitcher, fielder, or whatever.  The Manhattan condominium was large and high up in the 4o story, Johann van Kipling building with a view of Central Park and Broadway, the Guggenheim, inverted turtle art museum and the skyline of the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings and the bicyclists that drove all over Central Park and up and down the streets and avenues.

Our Manny was a lady’s man and though he lived with Annabella, he saw many women and bedded just about the lot of them in the hotels of New York City and the other cities that he visited with his own Yankees sometimes even with his mom and Annabella.  Sometimes, he even paid for two whole women to keep him company and drink his alcohol and eat his food and have their way with him.  He was a temperamental, sexy Mexican and had a reputation for endurance and creativity in bed.  Frequently he donned his matador pajamas and with a pseudo sword would wave a red cap at his women before he mounted them.  Sometimes the girls were fans and didn’t cost him lots of cash but most of the time the women were just gold-digging semi-prostitutes and debutantes and female stars of other fields like tennis, rock or Broadway players and dancers.

Reporters and photographers were always treated to our Manny’s brand of English and his funny sayings, not to mention, his colourful profanity in Spanish.  He was a favourite of interviewers who would always get a great response from any question he was posed.  And in his Yankee uniform he was good-looking and always seemed to have a beautiful woman or two in tow for the cameramen and audience he always drew.

In the American League playoffs to get into the World Series, Manny was outstanding as a relief pitcher and saved just every game that he was in.  The Yankees beat the White Sox, 4-3 and thus would play the big games against the Chicago Cubs, who surprisingly had never won a World Series Championship, since 1908.  The first game was to open in the Yankee Stadium and Manny was listed as the starting pitcher by his manager, Leo De Lyons.  Manny was forever confident that he would win and almost did were it not for Darryl Mutton’s error in the ninth, which cost them two whole runs.  The Cub’s star pitcher played a brilliant game allowing only four whole hits, the entire game, which he pitched almost all of except for two hitters in the ninth.  Manny was dejected.  He was sure that Darryl’s error was on purpose but wasn’t sure just why until he learned that Darryl’s girlfriend had declared that she loved Manny, after all.  Manny spoke with Darryl heatedly and punched him in the nose which drew a hefty fine and a suspension for the next two playoff games.

Emmanuel and his two women spent the evening in their penthouse condominium just crying in their beers.  Annabella tried to soothe him but was unsuccessful.  His mother, Consuelo, tried every trick she knew, even trying to seduce him, quite unsuccessfully.  Manny was on a drunk and soon fell fast asleep.  Consuelo and her Annabella stripped him of his clothes and put him into their big bed, which ordinarily was what they all slept in.  In his drunken stupor he had a large erection which was still so strong, it allowed both Annabella and Consuelo to mount him in their turns, just several times that night with great surreptitious success for both of them and even for Emmanuel who finally exploded after both the women licked his masthead for an hour.  His sleep was then a little peaceful and the three of them spent the whole night tightly entwined and even enjoined because, Manny had another hard erection which was pleasing to the women.

In the morning, Manny was surprisingly refreshed and wanted to spend some time with both his women in New York City during his suspension.  He was not required to come to Yankee Stadium and watched the game on their huge TV screen, as the Yankees won the next two games and led the series 2-1 for the fourth game in the famous Wrigley Field in the North Side of Chicago.  Ex-president Ronald Reagan had been slated to announce the game and throw out the first ball.  The funny Harry Carey was there, of course, and always tantalized the Bleacher Bums who were as drunk as he was, every game day and would strip almost completely, males and females during all the games!  Movies and videos had been down about them, for TV and videos, that sold widely.  The colour was being done by Reagan and Tim Conway who was always very funny.  Harry Carey’s son, Kerry Carey, was never drunk and did the radio play-by-play, with great success, in English and in Spanish.

Emmanuel was dressed to play but had not yet received a word about where he would be playing.  He expected nothing better since he had beat up on Darryl, and Darryl was to play third base, again.  Manny was directed to start warming up in the bull-pen with his favourite old catcher Digger Duggan, originally of Milwaukee.  He and Digger often socialized after games and usually picked up women for themselves.  In Wrigley Field, the dugout was quite open down the third base line in front of the wall that would mean a foul ball.  Emmanuel was injudicious in his running commentary aimed at Darryl who played his own position not more than twenty yards away from Manny warming up.

No one expected what did happen next.  At the end of the fourth inning, with the score tied 2-2, Darryl made the last out of the inning by catching a line drive that was hit just to his right, right on the third base line.  He wheeled and squared up to his antagonist, Emmanuel, and flung a fastball directly at him.  Manny was still laughing when the ball hit him right on his forehead and he fell immediately, lifeless, on the outfield grass.  Two Yankees and the trainer rushed toward him and found he had no pulse or signs of life.  The trainer started CPR.  An ambulance just waiting behind left field was driven in with four EMTs, two men and two women.  An endotracheal tube was put in place and Manny was bagged vigourously, as all could see his chest heaving with each squeeze of the bag.  The stadium was capacity and they were all standing, holding their respective breaths.

An electrocardiographic tracing showed ventricular fibrillation, and he was shocked right on the field to try and stop the rhythm and restart the functioning of his heart.  There was no reversal of the cardiac arrest.  A central intravenous line had been set up and several tubules of some potent stuff were thus infused.  Heparin, a blood thinner, and Verapamil, a potent quieter of agitated hearts, were some of them.  The ambulance and all the EMTs drove Manny, still on artificial respiration, to the Northwestern University Hospital and ER, in downtown Chicago, not too far away.  Two cardiologists and many others were in the ER and they continued all the efforts to resuscitate poor Manny, but to no avail.

Annabella and Consuelo were at the game and were rushed to be at Manny’s side.  They were consulted as a Neurologist who showed the ladies that his electroencephalographic tracing was just a flat line.  A skull X-ray and CAT scan of the brain should both intra-cerebral and extra-cerebral blood accumulations in some vital centres of the brain.  It was thought that one big clot had forced the brain stem to herniate through the Foramen Magna, and had squeezed the vital centres of Emmanuel’s central brain, control centre.  After five whole hours, since the fatal blow by Darryl, the CPR was stopped and Emmanuel was declared deceased.

Annabella and Consuelo wept openly.  The Neurologist offered them two tranquilizers which they took as Manny’s body was covered with a sheet and taken to the morgue for autopsy.  They had to sign some papers for consent to do the post-mortem examination, which was mandatory in such cases of death due to deliberate injury inflicted by another person.  Manny’s body was tagged and he was put in a refrigerated drawer for the coroner who would perform the autopsy.  They learned that Darryl had been handcuffed and arrested at the Field of Wrigley.  The preliminary charge was wilful manslaughter.  All TV tapes were confiscated for the evidence that would be used throughout his trial.  There were literally millions who had witnessed what had happened.  The story was sensational and soon became an internationally watched event, certainly more than when Winfield had killed a gull one day and was arrested for illegal killing of a protected species.

The TV tapes were shown hundreds of times on Sports and News broadcasts.  Hundreds of hand held phones had picked it up and many videos went viral on the internet.  Consuelo and Annabella recorded all the TV coverage and used it for the funeral.  The World Series had been cancelled by the commissioner who made the announcement that evening.  The record books would show the three and a half game statistics with an asterisk and footnote about the death of Emmanuel and the trial of Darryl.  The Cub’s fans, including Ronald Reagan shrugged their shoulders and used the old refrain, “There’s always next year, Cubby fans.  There’s hope around the corner!”  “We were close!” was heard at bars and bistros, board rooms and in living rooms.  Record prices were received for any box-scores that were made during this fateful fourth game of the Series at Wrigley Field.  The baseball thrown by Darryl and signed by him went for a million bucks on eBay, the next week.  It was donated to the Baseball Hall of Fame, and still is there today with pictures and videos of the tragedy at Chicago’s Wrigley Field.

 A hero’s Catholic funeral was led by Mayor Dickie Daley, a cardinal from the Vatican in Rome, and Billy Graham’s son, which drew fans who lined the streets for the funeral procession to the graveyard where Emmanuel was laid to rest.  Folks came from far and wide, including half a million Mexicans.  Annabella and Consuelo were dressed in black with black shawls on their heads.  The colourfully outfitted Aztec Nation was a prominent presence at all processions.  The bull-fighting matadors and picadors were on their horses with red capes and swords and those hats that clung to their own heads.  The ladies sobbed and many others gave their stories of sex and stuff with Manny which were generously paid for by magazines and newspapers.  Sports Illustrated dedicated one whole issue to the death of our Emmanuel.

At the World Series, one year later, Annabella threw out the first pitch for the Cardinals and Chicago White Sox who were locked in battle for the trophy that would be given to the Cardinals that year as the best baseball team on God’s Good Earth.  Consuelo’s box seats were sponsored by Budweiser Beer and the twelve tall Clydesdales.  A moving memorial speech was made by Digger Duggan, Manny’s buddy for some years.  The newscasters barely mentioned Darryl who had been charged with first degree murder and it stuck.  He was sentenced to Life Imprisonment at Joliet’s well-guarded prison.  He was a model prisoner and was paroled in twenty years for excellent inspiring behavior, including his public redemption as a born-again minister.  His team had won all games against the guards for all those years.

Annabella and her surrogate mother, our Consuelo, stayed together, much enriched by the inheritance and legacy of their own Manny.  Besides, they owned over one hundred of their Manny’s rookie cards which easily fetched a million dollars, anywhere.  His womanizing history only served to add to the value of the cards and other memorabilia, like the very expensive Yankee uniforms he wore.  His hardly used baseball hats were worth at least a hundred thousand, each, and the ladies owned a dozen or more.  Annabella and Consuela were honoured at many baseball gatherings for charity and good publicity.  Their fees were not exactly known but $50,000 for each of them was often mentioned.  Their value was enhanced by their charm and stunning appearance in black sheath dresses which showed their bodies to a great advantage.  They were never seen as available dates for prominent men but many wealthy men paid thousands for their company, with or without, some surreptitious sexual activity.  Their obvious discreteness was so highly valued by the married men who bedded them and it paid high dividends.

A million dollar Playboy Magazine centerfold magazine was a best seller for the many years it was available.  Ms. and Mrs. October, were sensational as they posed nude, in all positions, for the photographs which really didn’t need much brushing up.  They did giggle with the application of the make-up for their breasts and private parts.  The annual bathing suit Sports Illustrated featured this great pair of women and sold a lot of magazines for them.  These dark and mysterious Mexican women won the hearts of many sport’s fans all around the world.  Each had lovely lips and lower lips that photographers were very glad to see and photograph, with or without those string bikinis which were so revealing, anyway.  Both were very sexy, always, but it was Consuelo who drew attention, most of all.

Annabella and Consuelo slept together for their lifetimes.  They adopted the Borough of Manhattan for their permanent home and still maintained the wealthy condominium overlooking Central Park.  Both of them supported their huge families back in Mexico.  They were rich enough to lease a glassed-in executive box seat at Yankee Stadium.  TV coverage almost always spotted them and kept them in their focussed sights throughout the games.  They certainly liked to flaunt their most obvious charms and attributes for fans at home and on the TV audience around the world.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Oktoberfest And The Present

World Series Games,

Ongoing, 2013,

And The Beginning

Of The Season For The Hapless

Toronto Maple Leafs.

Since Hell Has Not Frozen Over,

The Leafs Will Lose Again This Year

And Fail To Win The Stanley Cup

Unless A Miracle With Reimer,

And The Pompous Management,

Does Occur.

Like The Cubs,

The Maple Leafs And Blue Jays

Seem To Lose The Important Games

As The Season Winds Down

For The Past Few Years.

It’s Like Living In Chicago,

Once Again, Or To Quote

The Great Stengel,

It’s Déjà-Vu, All Over Again.

trixie & jasmine

MS. TRIXIE AND MS. JASMINE

A Fictional And Personally

Fictional Good Tale Of Tail

On Wellington Avenue

By Izzy Ess De La Grande Vitesse

Ms. Trixie and Ms. Jasmine sat behind me in the café booth and bistro discussing what the shape of Manfred’s tool was just last night when they had entertained Sir Manfred Effingham and his lovely wife, Samantha Mae, at Trixie Dangerfield’s apartment, in the Telltale Towers out on Barton Avenue.  Jasmine Johnson was dramatic as she drew a mental picture for me of a hooded monk with throbbing head and squirting central fountain which was so long and hard it penetrated almost through to her own uterus.  Trixie Dangerfield said it was like an unsheathed medieval sword that pierced her to the heart with such delightful force and warmth that she was forever in an ecstasy of feelings.  They said that Lady Sam was truly generous in her allowing both her friends to ball her husband right in front of her, while frankly she was thrilled to have an audience when she did ball her husband, Manfred the Magnificent.

I was so curious about the pair of such excited, quite delicious gossips, that I left my recorder going on my table and got up as if to pee and took my cell phone with me so that I could film the couple at the both somewhat loudly in discussion of the night before.  I was shocked to see that Jasmine and her Trixie friend were stunning beauties that were dressed to just impress a group of men just standing at the bar, just ogling both of them.  They were dressed in tight black dresses, which revealed a lot of cleavage in both women, who were buxom and voluptuous.  Their skirts were hiked up to their waists revealing that they wore no underwear and in plain sight were both the women’s private parts.  Of course, I have it all on film and I’ll bet its going viral just as soon as I can send it on the social networks on the internet.  I attempted not to stare but must have been quite obvious just hesitating on my way to the men’s washroom.  Both ladies turned to smile at me and show me their great cleavage and returned to their quite earnest conversation.

I made it to the John and back and found a note upon my table, my recorder gone.  The handwritten note was signed by Jasmine and her room-mate, Trixie.  It said, ”If you’d like some further pictures of our cleavage, please appear tonight at 27 Wellington Avenue, behind the orange restaurant, Le Coq de Ville, and we will entertain you, you handsome brute!”  There was a number to be dialed if I wished to RSVP, but if I didn’t wish, I should just show up at midnight with a costume suitable for Hallowe’en, but not so skin tight that it does reveal some features of my manhood, eh?  Well, I finished my own hamburger and made some calls to my friend, Jonathan McGill, and his friend, Maxwell Stupid.  I told them there’s a party going down at 27 Wellington and that I was inviting them with costumes, to appear at midnight for admission.

Jon and Maxwell did appear in Dracula drag and they asked me where my costume was.  I said, “I have it on person, Stupid and McGill.  It is my awesome birthday suit!”  We enjoyed a hearty laugh and started out at 11:45 pm for Wellington, which was around the corner.  Number 27 was all dark, but the Orange Coq de Ville was all lit up and we went in there to consider knocking at the dark apartment.  We decided to be brave and rapped upon the door with the big rapper which was glowing in the dark.  The door swung open and there was Jasmine in her birthday suit with a huge smile inviting us to come right in.  She said, “I’m happy that you made it and brought your friends in costume, eh?  I’m dressed for comfort in my birthday suit.  I’m guessing, sir, that that is also your great costume.  Well, drop the clothes, my handsome sir and make yourselves at home!”  The statuesque bold Jasmine then turned to show her luscious tush and there was Trixie in a plastic, see-through costume as a cellophane box of chocolates.  She was oh so beautiful and she pointed out that Sir Manfred was already showing off his weapon, strong and hard and already throbbing.  The Lady Sam was in a banana costume, revealing her great uplifted breasts that were adorned with make-up as to simulate two bulging bloodshot eyes.  We were introduced and she just grabbed my tiny wee-wee and started stroking it to make it relatively big and hard, which really made me feel at home.  Samanta Mae, said, “Now wait a moment ‘til my husband, Manfred The Magnificent, gets his weapon fully sheathed by Suzanne Somerville, the lady who lives down the hall from us.  Sure enough, this Suzanne of the Hall, showed Manfred her cute drerierre and Manfred pushed his weapon in up to the hilt.  Suzanne’s eyes bulged out as she accepted her assignment with enthusiasm.  Her breasts were heaving and her tush was glistening in the dark.  Samanta Mae just turned around and offered me her derriere which I accepted gleefully.  Max Stupid and his buddy, Jon McGill were shown to the front closet where our Trixie closeted herself with my two friends and disappeared for the whole night.

At 1:00 am, we all switched partners and I got a Mrs. Cunningham to come to bed with me and show me how it all was done in London, England for a Guy Hawke’s Day and Night-time celebrations of all sexualities.  Ms. Constance Cunningham had killed her husband, just a year ago by poisoning his porridge, with some hemlock she had learned to use from her own Witch, the White Witch of West Wessex.  She was quite comely in her costume make of see-through gauze and hemp which left no question in my mind of what her charming private parts looked like.  She used to be a gymnast and could bend her body like a rubber doll to bring her legs up around her own neck and pointing all her toes at me.  She asked me to uplift her body and to set her down upon my hardened manhood while I lay upon my back.  It was quirky but quite fitting to be fitting into her.  I could picture her, just like Nadia, the Commando of the bars, receiving a big ten from all the judges.  We exchanged body fluids and we lubricated heavily.

Ms.  Jasmine and Ms. Trixie found my constant Constance in a trance completely sheathing my own sword.  The hostesses held Connie by the shoulders and her breasts and moved her up and down my shaft until I just exploded with delight.  Jasmine smiled and asked if I could sheath my weapon deep inside of her.  I said, “Yes, of course, my lovely hostess.  But how are we to manage Connie in a rapturous deep trance.  Jasmine smiled again and said, “Just watch and wonder, my good friend!”  Jasmine waved a twirling pendant watch in front of Connie’s eyes and murmured, “You are a Bird of Paradise.  Now fly away and play with someone else’s sword while I do play with this young man’s great manhood.  If you’re lucky, Connie Constant, you could get the Magnificent old Manfred, to be his temporary bride!”  Ms. Connie sprouted wings and flew away to search out Manfred the Magnificent.

Jasmine and then Trixie did kindly offer me their lubricated honeypots to penetrate and plumb the depths of their deep private parts.  It was delicious for me and so friendly that I made a date to see the pair of friends, again, anon.  The party ended when the cops were called to check out hanky panky in the offing and to check the pumpkins for explosives to insure that we were not the terrorists to which they had been falsely quite alerted.  I found my friends still in the closet, snoring peacefully and took them home.

The date I have with both the statuesque bright women of the Dark, my Jasmine and my Trixie were so good to me in all the years to come.  We had formed a trio of good friends to gossip about Manfred, Sam and anyone that these two investigative rag reporters did discover.  Connie was arrested for the murder of her husband when they found her purse so full of hemlock, it was growing leaves.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Kanata

The Eve Before

The Eve Of Hallowe’en,

Soap And Broken Egg Day, 2013

balaban

THE BALABANOFF LINE

An Attempt To Draw The Family

Lines Between Myself And

Erstwhile Russian Royalty.

By Izzy Ess Of Nobless Oblige

Vladimir Balabanoff was appealing to TheTzar of Russian that he was the only surviving member of his clan.  All the rest had been loaded with cold steel and iron pellets and had died of wounds inflicted by the Russian enemies, of which there were so many.  The Balabanoffs had so proudly borne the Russian banners that would lead Red Russian Armies into battle since the Mongols and the Tartars had divided up Eurasia, to draw the territories of the Chinese and the Russian Empires, stretching from the Bering Straits o’er the edge of Europe and the Caspian.  The Persian and the Turkish-Ottoman Empires were already waning, and the lines were drawn by diplomats and generals.

What Balabanoff did not know was that some kith and kin of his had run away and settled in a fertile land, the Ukraine, between the cities of Kiev and of Odessa, in a stetl known as Mavskievska, or Naskievska, which contained a Jewish core of Balabans.  Even now the Cossacks of the area, the Hooliganers of the Lithuanians and Latvians and the Estonians, would regularly raid the village, killing all the Jewish boys and men and raping all the Jewish girls and women.  What the Hooliganers did not know was that the girls and women hid the men and then deliberately offered up themselves, for sex and rape, to hide the fact that all the boys and men were hidden in the basements and the outhouse holes so full of garbage and the poop of this small stetl.  And, so the Balabanoff Jews survived and flourished only to be devastated by the world-wide epidemic of the flu and to be evacuated by some kith and kin in North America, the Canada and the USA.  Today, you may walk up to any Balaban and surprise the man or woman by telling him you know just where his ancestors had lived and died.  They might even know that grandpa, grandma or some kith and kin had seen the well-preserved Lenin body when it was brought to the old city of Odessa for a viewing by the Ukrainian big farming populace, including the old Balabanoffs.

It’s suffice to say, that Tzar Nikolas did insist that Vlad would lead his troops right into danger, and Vladimir the Balabanoff’s only Russian bearer of the Russian Banners, would thus lead the Red young Army Men and Women into battle with some one or other enemy.  Our Vlad was no one’s fool.  He bolted and he ran due west and then due south and found his kith and kin in the Ukraine, in old Mavskievska.  He met and married a young Jewish girl who bore him 14 healthy children, all good farmers and good dairy persons.  He lived to be a half a century until he, too, was killed by Lithuanian bad Hooliganer.  He’d had to watch, while half of his own children were killed in the big world-wide epidemic,  that had already killed more millions with the deadly flu.

In Toronto and in Montreal, in New York and Hamilton, the Balabanoffs changed their names to Balaban.  Perhaps the most famous of them were the Balaban and Katz of movie houses and the Bob, a Balaban, who is an actor in the Hollywood suburb of old Los Angeles of California.  My mother was a Balaban, a Pollia who changed her name to Polly and then her last name to the Sommers who was my father who’d had his name foreshortened from the Sommerstein that was his father’s name.  I, in fact, embody the original spirit of my grandfather, the Yitzchok Balabanoff of Mavskievska, in Ukraine.  Of course, the clerk at Hamilton’s St. Joseph’s hospital refused to write my birth certificate with Yitzchok, so my father chose the nickname, Izzy, which is on my old Canadian birth certificate from February, 1938.  And, it’s on my old Canadian Passport, too.

So, I sit here in Welland, Canada, and write about the Balabanoff’s who descend for Russia’s Fife and drummer core, the first to die in any battle Russia chose to fight about five hundred years, ago.  If my writings are recorded and remembered five hundred years from now, then someone will have access to this ancestral history, if they are interested in it.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Hallowe’en, 2013

minerva

MINERVA MINERALS

A Tale Of Tail From Effingham

Certainly An Oratorio

If Not A Movie Short Cartoon

By Izzy Ess Of Sneakiness

Minerva Minerals maintained that Mountain Dew was more than sublimation.  It was ecstasy!  She imbibed it more than she’d admit to and would have a private stash of hundred cans, all hidden in her closet, eh?  Just yesterday she’d drunk a hundred cans of Mountain Dew, while the day before she’d drunk a hundred fifty.  She started floating upwardly because of gas and had to find an anchor to the ground.  She found an old and rusty anchor in her closet and attached it to her neck.  This was effective and she was quite able to stay anchored to the closet floor.  Of course, that meant that she was limited to movement and had to do her business in the closet, all day long.

Billy Johnson, an old friend, found Minerva anchored to the closet floor.  There was a little space to get in and Billy did.  Minerva was so close to Billy’s tool, she had no choice.   She bared her derriere as best she could and Billy’s great expanding tool just snaked its way inside her honeypot.   She felt it hit her G-spot and she responded with a squirt of joy juice that ran down both her thighs.  Billy had a joyful feeling and he screamed.  Minerva really got excited and demanded Mountain Dew.  Billy reached for the huge stash and handed her an opened can of it.  Minerva swallowed all of it and started floating up.  Her luck was holding as the anchor and her Billy kept her on the ground.  Billy grabbed her hips and took advantage of Minerva’s situation and pumped her full of semen.

Minerva’s mother came arunning to discover her own daughter anchored by our Billy and the anchor.  She pulled on Billy’s hips and got him disengaged and saw how big his tool was.  She pushed herself inside the close and presented Billy with her derriere.

Minerva was aghast at her own mother’s boldness and she screamed again.  This time her father came arunning to find out what all the screaming was about.  He sought to extricate Minerva and her mother from the tool of Billy, but was unsuccessful.  Minerva got a hold of her own father’s lengthy tool and made it hard with some massage.  Her father sought to find a place for his now throbbing tool and found that his own daughter had a pretty derriere which he had seen before but never naked.  So, he introduced his tool into her lubricated honeypot and hit her G-spot with authority.  Minerva shrugged her shoulders and accepted her own father deep inside her private parts and pumped his tool until, he too did scream with sheer delight.  Minerva was beside herself with ecstasy and demanded yet another can of Mountain Dew.  Minerva’s mother found her stash and opened up a can for her which she did guzzle rapidly.  She couldn’t float at all because she was still anchored by the rusty anchor and her father’s and her Billy’s tool affording her both back door and some front door action.

Minerva’s mother felt left out and she withdrew her derriere and watched the other three, just arockin’ and arollin’, eh?  So, Minerva’s Mother, Mary, telephoned her neighbour who had helped her out before.  The neighbour, Nathan Natural, came arunning and he dropped his clothes right on the floor as he spotted Mary’s derriere all ready for him.  ‘Twas then he noticed her Minerva with tow tools within her, just apumpin’ merrily.  He watched and watched until his manhood got so big and strong that Mary grabbed it for herself and mounted Nathan with enthusiasm.  Nathan kept his eye on the big derriere of his cute neighbour, our Minerva and she kept watching him get all his rather large masthead into her bold mother.  Minerva disengaged and got herself a can of pop and floated over to her mother who was balling Nathan with élan.  She pulled poor Nathan from her mother and she held on tight as she and he did float up to the ceiling, where she took it up her back door and started pumping vigourously.  Nathan started moaning and perspiring and he screamed when he let go his semen deep inside of our Minerva’s pelvis.

A neighbour farmer with a pitchfork brought our Nathan and Minerva down by poking her and letting out the gas.  The farmer got excited when he noticed her cute derriere and forked her many times.  Nathan was perturbed and looked for Mary’s derriere to poke.  Mary was just thrilled again by Nathan’s massive masthead and she started screaming once again.  This drew a dozen cops who had just drawn their 45’s.  They pulled apart poor Nathan and his neighbour, Mary, as well as Minny’s dad and his own daughter, our Minerva.  They used their 45’s to poke poor Billy up the derriere and chased him home.

The cops were so excited they pulled down their trousers and their gun belts to reveal their tiny manhoods.  Mary, Nathan and Minerva were disgusted and they went to hide in their own bedrooms.  Minerva’s dad, Winchester, didn’t laugh because he liked the feeling of a 45, which made his manhood stick right up and point.  A female cop was immediately captivated and she mounted Winchester right there and then.  Winchester was really good and got the female cop, Santana Sullivan to really squirt and carry on,  The firemen who were called turned on their hoses and just drenched the lot of them.

So ends the tale of one bright moonlight night in Effingham.  No incident report was ever written or submitted lest the cops and firemen were to be embarrassed by their bold behaviour and frivolity.  A date for Saturday at Wendy’s Bar and Bistro was set for all of them to try and sentence everyone who didn’t have a ball.  The lights were set to low and everyone exposed their derrieres for close inspection and as many pokes as they could stand.  Mandatory balling was the sentence which was carried out with great élan.  Keeping our Minerva anchored was the trick as she had gotten into her large stash of truly legal Mountain Dew.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Kanata

Oktoberfest, 2013.

cindy sinful

CYNTHIA, JIMMY AND IZZY

A Fictional Tale Of Tail In A Family

Who Really Lucked Out And

Fulfilled Their Deepest Dreams

Without Destroying Everybody

By Izzy Ess De La Grande Vitesse

Cindy sinfully just entered Jimmy’s bedroom in the night.  Jimmy was so sound asleep, he didn’t stir until he felt a nimble hand below his newly grown crop of brown pubic hair playing with his semi-hardened wee-wee.  His eyes popped open in the semi-darkness as the room was lit by a full harvest moon.  He recognized his older sister in a night gown with her brand new breasts just pushing at the thin material.  He smiled and Cindy smiled right back as she unloosed her gown and let it fall.  Jimmy thought she was an angel in appearance, now with breasts and pubic hair.  He thought she was just perfect and just like all his fantasies about his getting naked with his older sister.

When they were less than five, the both of them would bathe together with their naked mother, Isobel.  Izzy had a pair of very large breasts which frankly scared the two young children at the start.  But, they became accustomed to those mammories and would play with them and watch the big brown nipples harden.  Cynthia imagined what she would look like when she would be older and have such massive breasts to show her friends.  James was so delighted with his mother’s breasts he noticed his small wee-wee would tingle and grow out a bit.  Cindy noticed that her brother did respond and she would tingle, too, but her small wee-wee wouldn’t grow like Jimmy’s.  Isobel lost interest in bathing with her children both together and did start to bathe them separately and then encouraged them to take their baths completely separately.

The night that Cindy sinfully decided it was time to get together with her brother, she was thirteen and he was twelve.  It was her curiosity that made her make her move.  Obviously, Jimmy had been fantasizing, too.  Not too long before that fateful night, both Jimmy and his sister, Cindy had been fingering themselves and liked the tingling and the pleasant feelings deep inside their bodies.  Cindy had been hearing stories from her older classmates and she curious about what all of them did on their dates with boys.  She got a few specifics about the range of sexual activities that they described and her curiosity great high.  She thought that Jimmy and she could experiment and find out what there was to do.  She was really curious about what the fuss was all about the intercourse, the fucking, sucking and the penetrating.

Cindy found her brother quite co-operative.  Jimmy heard the stories, too and he was curious.  The chance to try things out with his own sister felt right to him.  And, Cynthia’s decision to enlist her brother felt just right to her.  They started wih some oral stuff and found it interesting and exciting.  Cindy opened her mouth wide and got her brother’s masthead in her mouth.  She tongued it and it grew quite large but she persited and she got his penis deep inside her throat.  Jimmy squirmed and felt his penis start to squirt.  Cindy swallowed everything and liked the warm and salty taste of it.  Jimmy felt so great.  He had a very pleasant feeling deep inside of him that spread throughout his body.  “My turn,” said Cindy as she opened wide her thighs and lifted up her knees.  Jimmy licked her private parts and she felt a tingle in her inner areas which spread all over and then she climaxed.  It was wonderful.  What’s next?” asked Jimmy.  “I think I need o get you super hard again and you must push it into me, between my lower lips,” said Cindy.  Jimmy lay on top of Cindy and he tried to push his penis in.  It was hard and throbbing and it started squirting right away.  Cindy was a little disappointed that she had no better thrill.  It did feel good for a few seconds but it was over in a second.

“Let’s try it again, my darling brother.  This time I will get on top of you and lower myself down on your manhood and see if I don’t feel it better and longer, eh?”  Jimmy followed orders and he lay upon his back.  His sister got on top of him and let her private parts surround his manhood which was super hard, again.  This time Cindy felt a deeper penetration and she started pumping very slowly.  She could feel a very pleasnt tingle deep inside her body.  She squeezed her honeypot and felt it more intensely.  Then she climaxed and her insides felt so wonderful, she squeezed again and slowly started pumping..  Again, she felt a climax and another and another.  Then her brother started throbbing wildly and he made a big deposit deep inside of her.  Her pleasure started once again and again she climaxed several times as Jimmy stayed inside of her.  “This is much better, Jimmy dear.  I think we’ve got it, now.  Let’s relax a bit and try it one more time.  They kissed and hugged and played with Cindy’s little breasts which got so hard and pointy like his mom’s, but not so massively.

Cindy let her brother be on top and they had better luck with climaxing, about a dozen times for Cindy and a great big bang for Jimmy.  They giggled and were very happy to have found a good routine for feeling very good.  Cindy said, it’s getting late and both of us need to get a little sleep before we go to school this morning.  Whaddya say we try again, tomorrow night?”  Cindy got her gown back on and snuck back to her room.  Both of them slept very well for several hours before their mother shouted up for them to get up out of bed and dress to have some breakfast and to get to school.

After thirty days and thirty nights, our Isobel suspected hanky panky and caught her children in the act of fornicating wildly.  She screamed, “You idiots!  Don’t you know incestuous conjoinment is a sin because it can cause some deformities in children that are irreparable, at times, unless you live in Biblical Allegories and the teenage girls could fuck their drunken father, Lot, and produce a line of children that would lead to Saul and David, Solomon and Jesus, eh?  Well, this is not an allegory!  You are not Lot’s children.  Calligula, a Roman Empire fucked his sister and produced an heir but not before Calligula the crazy Emperor of Rome, strung up his sister and performed a Caesarian Section, killing off his poor sister, whilst saving his male heir for Emporor.  Of course, there’s Adam and his clone, the sinning Eve, who had no other one to fuck and they produced, according to the allegory, all the future of Mankind, under the suspicis of God, his Angels and a murderous and evil son, Caine who killed his brother with the jawbone of an ass and then denied it all to God, himself, who had of course predestined it to show how sinful Mankind was.  When Jaweh asked old Caine, where was his brother Abel, Caine denied the facts and said a fmous lie: “I don’t know!  And besides, am I my brother’s keeper, eh?”  Despite the evidence and omnipresence of The Bold Creator, Caine produced a million progeny an Seth an Eve did likewise.  Eve the slut committed the Original Sin, eh?  She is blamed by Catholics to be the scourge of all Mankind and caused the whole dame population of the world to have to answer to their God about their sinning.  Adam lied and said, “It’s her fault, o God the Grand Creator.  I am innocent!  Hah!  Just like a man!  And Eve naively blamed the one-eyed devil snake a disguise for Lucifer.

But this is not the allegorical Bible, kids.  This is today, the time of internet and television, movies and education.  Incest is sinful and illegal.  This is not Kentucky or the middle south of USA.  It is illegal there to marry one’s own sister and even one’s own first cousin, eh?  Now, let’s get down to all the facts, my darlings Cynthia and James.  Unless you have a defect in your physiologies, you must be pregnant!  When was your last menstruation my darling daughter, Cynthia?”  Cindy, still quite naked and still holding stubbornly onto her good brother’s woody, said, “I haven’t had one for six weeks.  I’m two weeks overdue!”  “Well my darling James, get your weapon out of her and jump into the shower, both of you.  We need to trundle down to Ye Olde Pharmacia and get a test for pregnancy!”  Alarmed, our Jimmy lost his woodiness and our Cindy lost her lubrication.  They ran to the showers and get real clean all over including inside Cindy’s honeypot.

Dressed and neatly combed, the siblings saluted their own mother and reported for the duty they must face.  Our Izzy tried to calm them down and said, the next time, Jimmy, why don’t you come to me and I will let you play again with my huge teats and you can poke me in my honeypot because I am menopausal and I’m not so pregnable, any more.  As for you young lady, I’ll have to give you all the modern information about condoms and the pill, Capeesh?  And you, too, James, my son!  There’s a lot of women out there wanting to hook a man like you with pregnancy.  And don’t be so naïve.  Even in the Bible, women were just hooking men just left and right, like Bathsheba hooked her David, eh?  And, Mary hooked her Joseph, whatever it says about Gabriel and the Holy Ghost.  And further, Mary Magdeleine tried hooking Jesus but he was smart and remained celibate, they say!  I think the Crucifixion was his own damn way of getting out of trouble!”

The pregnancy test was positive, of course.  What saved their little tushes was a spontaneous abortion in three weeks that was shown to be a Cyclops monster with one eye in the middle of his, or her, forehead.  Izzy said that her great mammories were bigger and more uplifted because of her unbalanced hormones and Jimmy was delighted with her and her postmenopausal honeypot, well-lubricated by a cream containing estrogen.  She made good on all her promises that included taking care of every detail of our Jimmy’s bigger woodies that his mother just enjoyed beyond what he had dreamed.

Cindy was now much better prepared to take advantage of any boy or man she met and liked, from the starring, starting football Quarterback, to the Physics teacher at her high school, to the thirteen tallest Afro-American boys that were the basketball great champions of the State of Illinois.  When she was twenty-two, she hooked a premed student at the Northwestern Medical school in downtown Chicago and lived happily with him until he was making just a lot of money for her to divorce him and live happily on Child support and alimony, for her lifetime of great sexual activity, including many sessions with her mom and brother.  Jimmy got a scholarship to study Math at the University of /Chicago.  He went on to get his PhD in physics and was instrumental in developing the Big Bang Theory, the String Theory, the so-called TOE, the Theory of Everything.  He met and married a great looking female physicist who said that it was quite OK if he spent some time with his own mother and his sister.  They were childless and adopted twin girls from China and lived in Peace and Harmony.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Almost Hallowe’en, 2013

manny metro

EMMANUEL METROPOLIS

AND HIS MOM AND FRIEND

A Fictional Sagacious Saga Of A

Baseball Star, His Mother And His Girlfriend

Who Met With An Abrupt Fate And

Left Behind A Legacy That Still Lives Today

By Izzy Ess Of Curviness

Emmanuel Metropolis was captain for the baseball team that won the city championship last year in the Borough of Manhattan.  Emmanuel was all around the brightest player on the team.  He pitched and caught and played the infield and the outfield, wherever he was placed by his smart coach, Ty Koran Knob.  Easily he won the MVP award as voted by the coaches of all the teams.    The scouts of all the Major League teams were completely fascinated by this young Manny, who like Hermann Ruth, the Babe, Bambino, of the chocolate bars, could hit and run and play all fields and was a noted pitcher, also.  Emmanuel’s future baseball rookie Fleers Gum card was already being traded as a future on the floors of every Flea Market in New York, and elsewhere, especially Chicago and Atlanta.

The New York Yankees bought our handsome Manny’s contract and gave him a signing bonus of an hundred thousand dollars, which the young Knob could use for bubble gum and poppy seeds, corn chips and Kosher pickles, plus those bonus bags of pumpkin seeds.  Manny sent the rest to his great mom in Mexico, so she could emigrate to New York City, where he could easily support her.  His mom brought the beautiful and sexy Lopez girl that he had dated back in grammar school and the three of them, Senorita Annabella Lopez, Manny Metropolis and his mother, Senora Consuelo Martinez lived on the five whole million dollars annually that the New York Yankees paid him to sit mainly in the dugout while the coach decided when to put him in the game, as pitcher, fielder, or whatever.  The Manhattan condominium was large and high up in the 4o story, Johann van Kipling building with a view of Central Park and Broadway, the Guggenheim, inverted turtle art museum and the skyline of the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings and the bicyclists that drove all over Central Park and up and down the streets and avenues.

Our Manny was a lady’s man and though he lived with Annabella, he saw many women and bedded just about the lot of them in the hotels of New York City and the other cities that he visited with his own Yankees sometimes even with his mom and Annabella.  Sometimes, he even paid for two whole women to keep him company and drink his alcohol and eat his food and have their way with him.  He was a temperamental, sexy Mexican and had a reputation for endurance and creativity in bed.  Frequently he donned his matador pajamas and with a pseudo sword would wave a red cap at his women before he mounted them.  Sometimes the girls were fans and didn’t cost him lots of cash but most of the time the women were just gold-digging semi-prostitutes and debutantes and female stars of other fields like tennis, rock or Broadway players and dancers.

Reporters and photographers were always treated to our Manny’s brand of English and his funny sayings, not to mention, his colourful profanity in Spanish.  He was a favourite of interviewers who would always get a great response from any question he was posed.  And in his Yankee uniform he was good-looking and always seemed to have a beautiful woman or two in tow for the cameramen and audience he always drew.

In the American League playoffs to get into the World Series, Manny was outstanding as a relief pitcher and saved just every game that he was in.  The Yankees beat the White Sox, 4-3 and thus would play the big games against the Chicago Cubs, who surprisingly had never won a World Series Championship, since 1908.  The first game was to open in the Yankee Stadium and Manny was listed as the starting pitcher by his manager, Leo De Lyons.  Manny was forever confident that he would win and almost did were it not for Darryl Mutton’s error in the ninth, which cost them two whole runs.  The Cub’s star pitcher played a brilliant game allowing only four whole hits, the entire game, which he pitched almost all of except for two hitters in the ninth.  Manny was dejected.  He was sure that Darryl’s error was on purpose but wasn’t sure just why until he learned that Darryl’s girlfriend had declared that she loved Manny, after all.  Manny spoke with Darryl heatedly and punched him in the nose which drew a hefty fine and a suspension for the next two playoff games.

Emmanuel and his two women spent the evening in their penthouse condominium just crying in their beers.  Annabella tried to soothe him but was unsuccessful.  His mother, Consuelo, tried every trick she knew, even trying to seduce him, quite unsuccessfully.  Manny was on a drunk and soon fell fast asleep.  Consuelo and her Annabella stripped him of his clothes and put him into their big bed, which ordinarily was what they all slept in.  In his drunken stupor he had a large erection which was still so strong, it allowed both Annabella and Consuelo to mount him in their turns, just several times that night with great surreptitious success for both of them and even for Emmanuel who finally exploded after both the women licked his masthead for an hour.  His sleep was then a little peaceful and the three of them spent the whole night tightly entwined and even enjoined because, Manny had another hard erection which was pleasing to the women.

In the morning, Manny was surprisingly refreshed and wanted to spend some time with both his women in New York City during his suspension.  He was not required to come to Yankee Stadium and watched the game on their huge TV screen, as the Yankees won the next two games and led the series 2-1 for the fourth game in the famous Wrigley Field in the North Side of Chicago.  Ex-president Ronald Reagan had been slated to announce the game and throw out the first ball.  The funny Harry Carey was there, of course, and always tantalized the Bleacher Bums who were as drunk as he was, every game day and would strip almost completely, males and females during all the games!  Movies and videos had been down about them, for TV and videos, that sold widely.  The colour was being done by Reagan and Tim Conway who was always very funny.  Harry Carey’s son, Kerry Carey, was never drunk and did the radio play-by-play, with great success, in English and in Spanish.

Emmanuel was dressed to play but had not yet received a word about where he would be playing.  He expected nothing better since he had beat up on Darryl, and Darryl was to play third base, again.  Manny was directed to start warming up in the bull-pen with his favourite old catcher Digger Duggan, originally of Milwaukee.  He and Digger often socialized after games and usually picked up women for themselves.  In Wrigley Field, the dugout was quite open down the third base line in front of the wall that would mean a foul ball.  Emmanuel was injudicious in his running commentary aimed at Darryl who played his own position not more than twenty yards away from Manny warming up.

No one expected what did happen next.  At the end of the fourth inning, with the score tied 2-2, Darryl made the last out of the inning by catching a line drive that was hit just to his right, right on the third base line.  He wheeled and squared up to his antagonist, Emmanuel, and flung a fastball directly at him.  Manny was still laughing when the ball hit him right on his forehead and he fell immediately, lifeless, on the outfield grass.  Two Yankees and the trainer rushed toward him and found he had no pulse or signs of life.  The trainer started CPR.  An ambulance just waiting behind left field was driven in with four EMTs, two men and two women.  An endotracheal tube was put in place and Manny was bagged vigourously, as all could see his chest heaving with each squeeze of the bag.  The stadium was capacity and they were all standing, holding their respective breaths.

An electrocardiographic tracing showed ventricular fibrillation, and he was shocked right on the field to try and stop the rhythm and restart the functioning of his heart.  There was no reversal of the cardiac arrest.  A central intravenous line had been set up and several tubules of some potent stuff were thus infused.  Heparin, a blood thinner, and Verapamil, a potent quieter of agitated hearts, were some of them.  The ambulance and all the EMTs drove Manny, still on artificial respiration, to the Northwestern University Hospital and ER, in downtown Chicago, not too far away.  Two cardiologists and many others were in the ER and they continued all the efforts to resuscitate poor Manny, but to no avail.

Annabella and Consuelo were at the game and were rushed to be at Manny’s side.  They were consulted as a Neurologist who showed the ladies that his electroencephalographic tracing was just a flat line.  A skull X-ray and CAT scan of the brain should both intra-cerebral and extra-cerebral blood accumulations in some vital centres of the brain.  It was thought that one big clot had forced the brain stem to herniate through the Foramen Magna, and had squeezed the vital centres of Emmanuel’s central brain, control centre.  After five whole hours, since the fatal blow by Darryl, the CPR was stopped and Emmanuel was declared deceased.

Annabella and Consuelo wept openly.  The Neurologist offered them two tranquilizers which they took as Manny’s body was covered with a sheet and taken to the morgue for autopsy.  They had to sign some papers for consent to do the post-mortem examination, which was mandatory in such cases of death due to deliberate injury inflicted by another person.  Manny’s body was tagged and he was put in a refrigerated drawer for the coroner who would perform the autopsy.  They learned that Darryl had been handcuffed and arrested at the Field of Wrigley.  The preliminary charge was wilful manslaughter.  All TV tapes were confiscated for the evidence that would be used throughout his trial.  There were literally millions who had witnessed what had happened.  The story was sensational and soon became an internationally watched event, certainly more than when Winfield had killed a gull one day and was arrested for illegal killing of a protected species.

The TV tapes were shown hundreds of times on Sports and News broadcasts.  Hundreds of hand held phones had picked it up and many videos went viral on the internet.  Consuelo and Annabella recorded all the TV coverage and used it for the funeral.  The World Series had been cancelled by the commissioner who made the announcement that evening.  The record books would show the three and a half game statistics with an asterisk and footnote about the death of Emmanuel and the trial of Darryl.  The Cub’s fans, including Ronald Reagan shrugged their shoulders and used the old refrain, “There’s always next year, Cubby fans.  There’s hope around the corner!”  “We were close!” was heard at bars and bistros, board rooms and in living rooms.  Record prices were received for any box-scores that were made during this fateful fourth game of the Series at Wrigley Field.  The baseball thrown by Darryl and signed by him went for a million bucks on eBay, the next week.  It was donated to the Baseball Hall of Fame, and still is there today with pictures and videos of the tragedy at Chicago’s Wrigley Field.

 A hero’s Catholic funeral was led by Mayor Dickie Daley, a cardinal from the Vatican in Rome, and Billy Graham’s son, which drew fans who lined the streets for the funeral procession to the graveyard where Emmanuel was laid to rest.  Folks came from far and wide, including half a million Mexicans.  Annabella and Consuelo were dressed in black with black shawls on their heads.  The colourfully outfitted Aztec Nation was a prominent presence at all processions.  The bull-fighting matadors and picadors were on their horses with red capes and swords and those hats that clung to their own heads.  The ladies sobbed and many others gave their stories of sex and stuff with Manny which were generously paid for by magazines and newspapers.  Sports Illustrated dedicated one whole issue to the death of our Emmanuel.

At the World Series, one year later, Annabella threw out the first pitch for the Cardinals and Chicago White Sox who were locked in battle for the trophy that would be given to the Cardinals that year as the best baseball team on God’s Good Earth.  Consuelo’s box seats were sponsored by Budweiser Beer and the twelve tall Clydesdales.  A moving memorial speech was made by Digger Duggan, Manny’s buddy for some years.  The newscasters barely mentioned Darryl who had been charged with first degree murder and it stuck.  He was sentenced to Life Imprisonment at Joliet’s well-guarded prison.  He was a model prisoner and was paroled in twenty years for excellent inspiring behavior, including his public redemption as a born-again minister.  His team had won all games against the guards for all those years.

Annabella and her surrogate mother, our Consuelo, stayed together, much enriched by the inheritance and legacy of their own Manny.  Besides, they owned over one hundred of their Manny’s rookie cards which easily fetched a million dollars, anywhere.  His womanizing history only served to add to the value of the cards and other memorabilia, like the very expensive Yankee uniforms he wore.  His hardly used baseball hats were worth at least a hundred thousand, each, and the ladies owned a dozen or more.  Annabella and Consuela were honoured at many baseball gatherings for charity and good publicity.  Their fees were not exactly known but $50,000 for each of them was often mentioned.  Their value was enhanced by their charm and stunning appearance in black sheath dresses which showed their bodies to a great advantage.  They were never seen as available dates for prominent men but many wealthy men paid thousands for their company, with or without, some surreptitious sexual activity.  Their obvious discreteness was so highly valued by the married men who bedded them and it paid high dividends.

A million dollar Playboy Magazine centerfold magazine was a best seller for the many years it was available.  Ms. and Mrs. October, were sensational as they posed nude, in all positions, for the photographs which really didn’t need much brushing up.  They did giggle with the application of the make-up for their breasts and private parts.  The annual bathing suit Sports Illustrated featured this great pair of women and sold a lot of magazines for them.  These dark and mysterious Mexican women won the hearts of many sport’s fans all around the world.  Each had lovely lips and lower lips that photographers were very glad to see and photograph, with or without those string bikinis which were so revealing, anyway.  Both were very sexy, always, but it was Consuelo who drew attention, most of all.

Annabella and Consuelo slept together for their lifetimes.  They adopted the Borough of Manhattan for their permanent home and still maintained the wealthy condominium overlooking Central Park.  Both of them supported their huge families back in Mexico.  They were rich enough to lease a glassed-in executive box seat at Yankee Stadium.  TV coverage almost always spotted them and kept them in their focussed sights throughout the games.  They certainly liked to flaunt their most obvious charms and attributes for fans at home and on the TV audience around the world.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Oktoberfest And The Present

World Series Games,

Ongoing, 2013,

And The Beginning

Of The Season For The Hapless

Toronto Maple Leafs.

Since Hell Has Not Frozen Over,

The Leafs Will Lose Again This Year

And Fail To Win The Stanley Cup

Unless A Miracle With Reimer,

And The Pompous Management,

Does Occur.

Like The Cubs,

The Maple Leafs And Blue Jays

Seem To Lose The Important Games

As The Season Winds Down

For The Past Few Years.

It’s Like Living In Chicago,

Once Again, Or To Quote

The Great Stengel,

It’s Déjà-Vu, All Over Again.