THE BEDFORD FILES
A Longish Short Story About An
Interesting Group Of Kit And Kin
By Izzy Ess of
Happiness
The famous tennis pro, Sir Samuel Benjamin Bedford,
III, was dreaming of his mother bathing him and of his sister watching and
asking all about his wee-wee and why she didn’t have one and her brother had
one. His dream went on to feeling both
his mother and his sister massaging and thoroughly cleaning his private parts
which expanded and squirted out a load of sticky, salty semen which felt real
in the dream, because it was. Benjamin
had half awoken with a woody and had massaged himself in his semi-sleep until
it had exploded and fired off a wad of stuff all over his brand new silken
sheets with embroidered Chinese characters which he later found out meant:
“Sleep under these sheets with yourself and you will fuck yourself!” He felt relieved but yet angry at the mess
that he had made. Sam was recently
divorced and he had found a reasonable condominium apartment on the shore of
Lake Ontario in Burlington. When he’d
married Penny Lane, he had lived in Hess Village in the middle of the social
mysteries of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, a Jet-Setters developing Paradise. In fact, WESTJET had used the term in its
advertising aimed at wealthy, nouveau riche Western Oilmen and others from
Vancouver, Edmonton, Jasper and Winnipeg.
Some popular NHL players were enriched by testimonials for WESTJET and
Hess Village. American Airlines, BOAC,
Aeroflot and other airlines had picked it up for their wealthy clientele for a
North American alternative to Prague and Mallorca.
Sam had thought that he was happy until his second
wife, Persephone Higgenbottom, had just informed him that she loved another and
that she was pregnant with the other’s child.
It was a complete surprise to him after what he thought was a solid
marriage for two years. His first
marriage had lasted just two months, when his pretty bride informed him she was
already pregnant when she married him and knew not who the father was. She speculated that it was one of an hundred
men she’d met at bars before and during their own honeymoon. Sam’s sister, Lady Mary Windermere, had flown
to Hamilton to be with her beloved brother for a month to comfort him and help
him with his sexuality and personality.
Sir Windermere was very understanding, and in fact, co-habited with his
own sister, Samantha Windermere for the duration of his wife’s absence. Samantha was a bisexual person and her
companion, Tinkerbelle La Flame, also comforted her brother, Sir Wilfred
Windermere. This trio liked each other’s
company so much, they decided to stay together even when Mary flew back home to
Birmingham.
Mary was not pleased and flew back to Hamilton,
Ontario, and Hess Village to move in with her own brother, Samuel who continued
to have pleasant dreams about his mother Isobel Sophia Bedford, nee Churchill,
and his sister Mary and a first cousin, Juliette Seville from Spain. Sam and Mary contacted both Isobel and
Juliette to see if a re-union could be possible. It was, and Sam moved into bigger quarters at
his condominium in Hamilton to accommodate his mother, his sister and his first
cousin. Sam’s father, Humphrey, had died
of apoplexy some time ago and Juliette’s multiple lovers were disappointed, but
they understood and had a final orgy just before Juliette departed for Hess
Village. As it turned out, Juliette was
pregnant with twin girls sired by unknown male sex partners back in Spain. The girls were born at St. Joseph’s Hospital
in Hamilton and were anointed as Roman Catholics and baptized with the names of
Julia and Sophia Seville-Bedford. Sir
Samuel further expanded his condominium to annex a small nursery and a lovely
sun-room with a magnificent view of Hamilton Bay and Lake Ontario. On a clear day, one could see the skyline of
Toronto, especially the tallest structure in the world, for some time, the
magnificent CN Tower.
The Bedford Mystique was still in place as Samuel
Benjamin was ranked 28th male tennis player in the world, still,
after twenty years of playing in major tournaments, including Wimbledon,
Australia and the French. Over the years
he’d won substantial monies and trophies and had wealthy sponsors up his
nose. Nike and Rolex paid him
handsomely. His extended family was
present in Montreal when Sam took second place to Andy Murray this year. The newspapers and magazines featured glossy
photographs of all of them including the beautiful young twin girls, Julia and
Sophia Seville-Bedford. Back in
Hamilton, all of his new extended family partook in breast milk from the
extra-large breasted Juliette who was forever naked and displaying all her
private parts to everyone, including visitors and members of the media. Some videos of Juliette feeding Samuel and
the twins went viral. I believe, these
videos are now archival and available on the Bedford Family Website for a
nominal fee.
The daily bathing and sexual routines of the entire
group were the highlight of each and every morning for Sam’s mother, Sam’s
sister, Sam’s first cousin and the darling twins. Sam’s mother, Sophia was the most aggressive
of them all. She was the Directrix and
commanded extra pokings to maintain her happiness. Sam, himself, did most of the pokings for the
women but as time wore on, a battery operated rubber dildo, owned by Juliette,
took on the major job of poking in the morning.
Sam was getting bored and was becoming psychologically impotent, at
times, and needed extra attention to his penis to continue for an entire
morning. He also used the special
vibrating rubber monk to simulate his rectum so that he was never constipated,
a problem of his childhood. Sophia’s
huge breasts were forever full of nice warm milk for everyone to drink with
morning coffee, except for the darling twins, who drank it straight. Rather than Sam’s erections, Sophia’s ample
breasts became the centre of attention and the main attraction, each and every morning,
even Sundays, when they all got dressed up and attended St. Peter’s Roman
Catholic church, on Barton Street near Wellington and the Hamilton General
Hospital. Father Fredrick heard all the
stories in confession. He got so excited
that he asked if he could do confessions at the condominium on Sunday
afternoons in exchange for a generous contribution to the Roman Catholic
coffers, here and in the Vatican.
Private “house call” confessions had become popular with extremely
wealthy patrons of “The Great Religion,” that influenced men’s minds in more
than a full quarter of the Earth’s geography.
Of course, the Holy Father was accommodated and soon
was drinking Sophia’s milk for his afternoon Kahlua and exquisitely delicious
White Russians. The Holy Father had a
yen for naked little girls. He fondled
with self-righteousness, the beautiful young twins, who seemed to like his
ministrations and responded with small squeals of pure delight for everyone who
fondled them. Father Fred
Bastille-Bernicia also liked the rubber vibrating monk which helped immensely
with his regularity.
This particular Holy Father liked to give inspiring
sermons about the ancestry of Jesus which started essentially by an allegorical
union between a drunken widowed Lot and his aggressive teenage daughters who
had learned sexual mysteries from their mother, now a salt pillar, and the many
horny men of Sodom and Gomorrah, the other name for the sunken Lost
Civilization of Atlantis, the ruins of which were still visible 200 feet
underwater off the coasts of Malta right in the middle of the ancient Sea
between North Africa and the southern shore of Europe and the Western shore of
the Middle East. All the countries there
were active trading partners of the swift sailing friendly Canaanites, AKA the Phoenicians
and the Lebanese, whose cleverly constructed semi-circular ports of Carthage
helped them protect their sailing vessels from pirates. These commercial ventures help to trade goods
of the orient with goods from Europe and North Africa. I believe they were just as instrumental as
Italy’s Marco Polo was in getting spaghetti, silks and gun powder to the
Europeans while they got the manufactured Swedish guns and ammunition to the
orient and the Middle East.
I believe that the British and the Europeans were
defeated by the Muslims of Palestine, because of tempered steel very sharp
swords and the bullet balls of the muskets.
Richard the Lion-Hearted went home with his tail between his legs having
bankrupted Great Britain by his military spending, military mistakes and
military huge losses of Crusaders from all over Europe. King John had little choice in 1215 but to
sign the Magna Carta, which drew its laws directly from the Pentateuch’s Ten
Commandments and the 613 Rules and Regulations from Exodus to the end of
Deuteronomy. Incidentally, the
constitutions of France, Egypt, United States of America and many other
countries are similar. The amendments
outlining the exact rights of all male landowners has only recently been
modified to give the individual’s rights to non-landowners, all men, all women
and all children. Some countries still
do not treat men and women equally, even today or in theory. Israel does in fact have equal rights for
women and children. Switzerland’s women
were reluctant to accept the equal rights and the opportunity to join the Swiss
Army, similar to what the teenage boys are required to do.
Father Fred always left the Bedfords and the happy
extended family and their luxurious quarters with a pocketful of Canadian
Loonies and Toonies, plus a generous cheque, enough to fill the Catholic
coffers in Hamilton and the Cardinals of the Vatican. In the future there was promised a trip for
Father Fred to the Vatican and to possibly be a candidate for the voting
Cardinals that would be choosing the next elderly Pope. The sexual habits of our Father Fred were of
course, unknown to the rest of the world.
His reputation was clean and righteous.
His recorded sermons on the Evils of Incest were played in the Vatican
and were lauded everywhere. His blogging
was read by thousands, daily, around the world.
Hits on his website were enormous.
Sophia and Julia were thriving on their mother’s
milk. They reluctantly gave up
Juliette’s huge breasts in favour of ordinary table food, but still drank
thirstily for milk and ice-cream, cookies and cake, from the huge breasted
Juliette who also still supplied the Holy Father, the tennis pro, and the other
family members in the condominium. The
daily baths and sexual activities were slowly evolving to play down the poking
value of Sir Samuel in favour of the growing collection of vibrating dildoes
that Juliette purchased from Ye Olde Sexxx Shoppe in Hess Village. The mother, Isobel Sophia thought that
another member of the family was needed to perk up her son. She was correct. She called Sir Samuel’s second cousin, a
teenage boy, who was bisexual, and asked him to move in with them. The condo could accommodate him easily if he
just shared a bed with her own son. It
was amazing. The effect on Sam’s ability
to poke his penis anywhere, was much enhanced. Besides, he had a wonderful piece of apparatus
for the women to behold and to use for being poked. In addition, he was tall and fit and played a
decent game of tennis. The twins just
loved him and they squealed with delight when Floyd Churchill fondled
them. They loved to see his penis grow
and get enormous and to see him poke it into Juliette until it
disappeared. Isobel Sophia loved his
poking and his penis and she mounted Floyd at least thrice during the morning
activities. Even Mary was delighted and
she mounted Floyd as frequently as her mother did.
The huge supply of milk from Juliette even increased
with the poking by Floyd. And, of
course, Floyd became a lover of the delicious milk that Juliette could squirt
into his morning coffee, and on his oatmeal.
Mary became pregnant for the first time, ever. Juliette became pregnant despite what her
gynecologist had told her that she was protected because she was still
lactating. Sir Samuel was certain that
he might become pregnant, as a fantasy he had always had. He did display his belly with as florid a pseudo-pregnancy
that a man was capable of having. It was
fun when Mary and Juliette rubbed bellies with Sir Samuel. Floyd was proud of his accomplishments and it
inspired him to greater performances of poking everyone and fondling the twin
girls who were now exquisitely beautiful and entertaining. They sang together, “On The Good Ship
Lollypop,” and imitated Shirley Temples and looked a lot like little Shirleys.
Mary delivered twin girls while Juliette, already
lactating wildly, delivered triplet girls.
All were healthy and quite cute, with all their toes and fingers. Mary decided that she didn’t have to breast
feed because the perpetual wet-nurse, Juliette, could supply everyone, as
usual. The men crowded into the
observation room to see the five new little girls. They all looked so similar that everyone
would remark that the ladies had delivered quintuplets, in a very real sense. If it wasn’t for the ID bracelets, the
newborn little girls would interchangeable.
The IDs said that their names were Mae, Mary, Madeleine, Minerva and
Maude. They all giggled with the same
squealing voice that everyone enjoyed.
Sir Benjamin had to buy another adjoining condominium apartment in his
building which was quickly made into a nursery for all the little girls
including Juliette’s Julie and Sophia.
Juliette’s huge breasts were even bigger and produced more milk than
ever before for everyone. The freshest
milk approximately five times per day was reserved for the five Ems; there was
more than enough extra for everyone’s coffee and everyone’s thirst, including
and especially, Father Fred’s, each and every Sunday afternoon. Father Fred practically danced and sang as he
could now fondle seven little girls and still enjoy the breasts of Juliette,
the derrieres of Floyd and Sam and the eager uplifted Venus da Milo breasts of
Mary and her mother, Isobel Sophia, who still was proud of her older, firmer
breasts.
The new quintuplets, the five Ems, made the morning
bathing and sexual activities quite interesting and Sir Samuel noticed he was
more rigid and had more staying power than ever before. In fact, he won some minor tennis tournaments
in California and Australia and gained some bigger grants from Rolex and
Nike. His international rating was up to
21st. Nadal and Julkovitch
were still the numbers one and two while Andy Murray and some Frenchmen still
were in the top 10. The Canadian, Milos,
was rising quickly in the rankings and would make the semi-finals in the
majors, most of the time. Federer of
Switzerland was losing more but was very popular and gentlemanly and always
impeccably dressed and groomed. Also
inspired was Father Fred whose sermons on the Evils of Incest became more
impassioned and more widely read and heard.
And, as usual, Juliette produced more milk and had even larger up lifted
milk-filled breasts for everyone’s milk and suckling needs. Floyd was particularly fond of Juliette and
her breasts as well as her external and internal private parts. His preferable mount was Juliette but he also
quite enjoyed being mounted or mounting Julia Sophia, Mary, Father Fred and Sir
Samuel. The Sunday afternoon
confessionals were even more rewarding for the members of the Bedford
Condominium and certainly more rewarding for the Holy Father and his Roman
Catholic Church.
All the children thrived and grew rapidly. Magazines loved to photograph the children
and show them brilliantly on the glossy pages of Good Housekeeping, People and
Architecture Monthly. Their naked, one
year old birthday party pictures appeared in Playboy and Playgirl and were well
received. Their naked pictures of the
quints being bathed in the family Jacuzzi was shown all over the internet and
went viral, not in little part due to Juliette and her tremendous milk-laden
breasts. Playboy did a spread featuring
the naked women of the family; the most comments received were for the mother,
Julia Sophia, who looked great at 58.
Their private parts showed up very well and the mother’s looked as young
as the others. The magazine’s
circulation was outstanding, the most in decades. Compensation for the family was a cool
million in US dollars.
Mary met a handsome wealthy man in the Westdale
Fortuna’s large international supermarket, one Wednesday morning. He was charming and flirtatious. He was a widower because his wife had
committed suicide soon after the honeymoon.
Though he was a little gun shy, Mary’s charm and gentleness was
appealing to this Philip Abercrombie whose large family lived in London,
England. Certainly, Philip made it
obvious that he admired Mary’s fitness and her body outlines underneath her
tight fitting sweater and her designer, tight-fitting jeans. He remarked to himself that she wore no
underwear, and observation that good men are trained for. She remarked to herself that he was tall and
handsome and had a bulging groin that suggested he was already turned on by
her, another accurate observation that good women are trained for. They finished shopping with co-operation and
constant commenting about the weather and the tennis matches in Toronto, which
Mary knew a lot about because of her own brother. Philip and Mary discovered that they both
were Roman Catholics; they made a date to go to a bake sale at St. Sebastian’s
Catholic Church, in Burlington on Thursday.
Mary made sure she wore an even tighter woollen sweater which allowed
her nipples to be seen. She wore a
miniskirt which almost showed her private parts and pubic hair and did present
her derriere for full viewing, especially if she had a chance to bend over to
pick something off the floor. Philip
wore his athletic sports clothes which revealed he wore no underwear and
outlined his manly equipment prominently.
Neither Mary or this Philip partook in any baked goods but did have the
opportunity to hide in a large closet for a romantic kiss and feeling up, which
did suggest that he and she would fit together nicely. She lubricated fiercely when he felt her up
and he erected greatly with her touch.
Mary slyly put her hand down in his trousers and could feel a weapon of
substantial size and hardness that impressed her. Philip slyly knelt and took a close up look
of Mary’s attributes below the waist and found everything that he’d dreamt of
in a woman. Mary slyly turned away from
him and touched her toes to present Philip with an exciting derriere. Philip stood and fished out his weapon and he
sheathed it with our Mary’s honeypot.
They had estimated that a fit might be just perfect, and it was. Philip apparently had practiced this maneuver
in his dreams. He grasped her hips and
pulled our Mary back and forth until they both were satisfied that all their
private parts were functioning just perfectly.
They spent the duration of the bake sale fitting and refitting
everything until they were really satisfied that Mary and Philip made a union
that was predestined by their mutual God of Goodness. When they finally pulled down her skirt and
pulled up his pants, the bake sale was just finishing and they slyly slinked
out to the Burlington lakeshore and cooled their heels in the chilly waters of
Lake Ontario. Mary and Philip expressed
their love and made an agreement to meet for breakfast Friday morning.
They met at Augustine’s Country Inn and gourmet
Café, in Oakville. The building was
erected in the 1850’s and was the meeting place for lovers since the
beginning. Augustine was no longer alive
but his buxom great great great great great granddaughter Rachael Mastroianni
was there to greet the new couple and to give them a tour. The café was rather small with only two
tables and eight chairs. It had a bar
for liqueurs, a gourmet coffee maker and a pot for brewing tea. The china was Irish Wedgewood and the crystal
chandelier was Irish, too. There was
Celtic Music on the CD player. Upstairs
there were three bedrooms and a common bathroom with a bidet. The furniture was antique English from the 19th
century with some odd pieces of Louis XIV stuff. Rachael was charming and tended to accentuate
her huge bosom, tended to fold her arms under them and lift them up for better
viewing. Her derriere was quite
substantial and she found excuses to bend over and show off her huge
buttocks. She asked for breakfast orders
without writing them down. She said the
rooms above were available as part of the tab for breakfast. She said she would be glad to be assistance
if there was any inexperience to be gotten over. Philip and Mary declined her help but smiled
and said, “If any question comes up, we’ll be sure to ask for help, OK?”
The Canadian Bacon and hard fried eggs were
delicious as was the Turkish coffee, the Italian bread toast and heavy butter
and the strawberry cheese cake with chocolate sauce. Mary and Philip felt each other’s private
parts while eating and drinking coffee, under the watchful eye of Rachael the
Stout, which they had dubbed her.
Rachael cleared the dishes and accepted the generous tip. Mary winked at Philip and they climbed the
stairs to Room 3. They checked the
washroom and said it might be nice to use this bidet. The smallish bed was comfortable and the
lovers stripped. Rachael knocked and
asked if everything was OK. Mary started
smiling and she answered that she needed a little help to get her virginity out
of the way. In marched Rachel, stark
naked with a little tool bag from which she produced a pair of needle nose
pliers. Unabashedly, Rachael swung her
very large breasts out of the way an dived down to the private parts of
Mary. She introduced the pliers into
Mary’s honeypot and separated the long pliers as if to open the opening. There was no resistence, of course, and
Rachel realized that she’d been had.
“Hey, young lady, I can do without the jokes. I have serious duties to perform at
times. The other day, I cracked a hymen
that was never cracked before. The virgin
was ecstatic and invited me to play within her newly opened honeypot. And, earlier this month, I had a guy who claimed
he could not get it up with his new woman.
So I came with my big luscious mouth and sucked the sucker in and
tongued him vigourously for a full half hour.
His partner took over when he was half-cocked and successfully got silly
person to ejaculate inside her mouth and then her honeypot. They tipped me generously and they said if I
could visit them in their new hideaway, they would appreciated some further
tips. I visited them seven times before
the silly man co-operated without assistance.
So, smart people, don’t scoff at me!
I provide a vital service for some lovers who don’t know which end is
up!” Jiggling and wiggling every inch of
her stout body, Rachel huffed and puffed and marched away.
Mary and her Philip re-affirmed that their private
parts, mouths and other orifices were just perfect for each other. Mary loved to have her derriere massaged and
penetrated, just like Samuel used to do when they were very young. Philip liked when Mary gently took his balls
inside her mouth and licked them like she would a small orange and a plum. Mary liked to watch his huge erection start
to stiffen up and start to point and start to throb. She would turn her back to him and have him
slowly slip it into her. She was
ecstatic, feeling Philip deep inside of her.
Philip liked to rub Mary’s uterus with his long penis and feel it twitch
and then go into spasm. Mary loved it,
too.
Rachel burst right in and said she was quite worried
because there was no yelling or screaming.
She pushed poor Mary aside and jumped on top of Philip who still had a
boner. Philip did not resist as Rachel
rocked and rolled and started having climaxes.
Rachel’s breasts bounced up and down and her huge derriere was jiggling
ferociously. When she felt satisfied,
she smiled at Mary and said, “I can joke around as much as anyone. Thank you sir; you were magnificent. You can fuck me anytime, with or without this
skinny woman. Philip just shook his head
and said, “Thank you, I’m sure.” Rachel
left as quickly as she had come. Mary
and Philip laughed heartily and did a butterfly to celebrate their union. Mary murmured, “Take this you bitch! I’m betting you’ve never heard of a
butterfly! But if you have, I’m sure
your fat body could not do it. So
there!” Rachel burst in again as if she
had been listening. She pushed Mary
aside again and did the butterfly with Philip.
Then she did the Sherman Tank, followed by the Guns of Navarro and
Anchors Aweigh. Then she dismounted and
took a startled Mary in her arms and kissed her with her tongue deep in her
mouth and throat. Mary rather liked it
and would have said so had she not been ticked that having been interrupted
again. Rachel bounced and wiggled out
the door and looking back she said, “There, you bitch! I can do anything better than you!” singing
it like the Annie Get Your Gun, Musical.
Mary got up and got dressed and threw Philip his clothes to follow
suit. “C’mon, lover, you and I better
get out of this nightmare before she starts giving us lectures in anatomy and
physiology. I can’t imagine she gets any
returning customers!”
Mary and Philip cited family obligations for the
weekend and made a date for Monday afternoon at Philip’s apartment They kissed like lovers who were parting for
a long time and grabbed each other’s buttocks to keep anchored for the
moment. Then they headed for Philip’s
old Cadillac and made love in the back seat for two hours. Then Philip drove Mary to the Bedford
Condominium and dropped her off. Then
Philip drove his car to his girlfriend’s apartment and let himself in. He spent the night with Adele Weinstein, who
had the biggest breasts this side of Oakville.
Adele’s friend, Elizabeth dropped over later and joined the couple in
Adele’s bed. She had the smallest
breasts this side of Mississauga and her chest looked flatter than a
board. The other parts of her, however
functioned quite well. In fact, she had
a localizable G-spot and could make a small lake under everybody when she was
properly stimulated, and she was. She
showed Philip where to rub her and she gushed out all that warm and sticky
fluid. Adele and Philip lapped it up; it
was delicious. Nonetheless, Philip
couldn’t stop thinking about his new friend Mary and her super-fitting private
parts.
Mary greeted the five Ems who squealed
delightfully. She said hello to Juliette
who was breast feeding Sam and Floyd and providing milk for afternoon tea. Juliette looked ravishing. As ususal she was totally nude and flaunted
her great big breasts with confidence.
She had learned a brand new trick; Floyd had asked her if she could
breast-feed herself. She showed Mary how
she lifted a huge breast and pointed her nipple at her mouth and squeezed. It was a bull’s eye; she had been
practicing. Juliette’s older twins had
been practicing their Judy Garland. They
belted out “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” like professional singers. Mary applauded and got undressed. She felt like being nude as she was still
thinking about her new friend, Philip.
Floyd entered the nursery and dropped his clothes. His ever-ready weapon was presented to the
lovely women and they both turned and stuck their derrieres at Floyd’s
erection. Floyd poked Mary first and
then he poked his favourite, Ms. big teats, Juliette.
After Floyd had fulfilled his family obligations, he
retired to try and find /Sir Samuel to have a practice session at the condo’s
tennis club. Juliette sensed something
had bemused her cousin Mary and she asked.
The ladies chatted like two high school girls who were discussing their
new loves. Mary told Juliette about her
three days with Philip. Juliette smiled
and said, “It’s love, eh? I’ve never
heard you speak so glowingly about a man.
He must be tall and handsome and have a weapon worth taming, eh?” Mary nodded and held her hands apart to show
how long Philip’s erection was. Juliette
nodded her head admiringly and quipped, “You could bring him over and all of us
could check him out. Whaddya say?” “I don’t know,” said Mary. “I think he would be shocked about our baths
and sexual activity. I think he would
love your breasts and not pay attention to mine. I think my mom would try and take him away from
me, like she’s done with my brother. I
think he’d be fascinated by all the little naked girls running around here and
would lose interest in me. Can you tell? I’m afraid to expose any innocent guy to this
family. I think it would be a shock and
he would bolt.” “Mary,” said
Juliette. “This family is more
functional than a lot of families. Why
don’t you give us some credit and have some faith in yourself and the rest of
us. I think he’d love confessionals with
Father Fred, eh?” “I’ll think about it,
Juliette. Would you like to meet him
outside this condominium?” “Sure! Sweety, I’ll do anything to help you with
your new love. Just lead me to him. I’ll flash my teats at him and it will all be
over, eh?” Mary said, “Maybe your teats
would not be a good place to start.
Maybe the quints would turn him on, eh?”
“Sure, Mary, ask a guy over and show him your five children? That would be a downer for any guy!”
Mary undressed and sat beside Juliette and hugged
her. This caused milk to squirt all over. Floyd reappeared and licked all the milk off
Juliette and Mary. Then he poked the
both of them until they squealed with ecstasy.
Then he got up and got dressed and went to look for Sir Samuel
again. Mary looked at Juliette and
started to laugh. I think you’re right,
Juliette. I think Philip would love it
here!” Mary stood to get two cups of
coffee. Juliette added the mother’s milk
and the beautiful ladies slowly sipped their coffee as the quintuplets filed in
to get their milk directly from the cow.
Juliette just smiled and let her body do its thing. She always got turned on with breast
feeding. The quintuplets just meant that
much more turning on. Mary came to help
her out by massaging Juliette’s private parts which were already well lubricated. This increased the flow of milk and increased
the deep pleasure that Juliette experienced with breast feeding the naked
little girls. Juliette spread her thighs
to allow Mary to lick her little wee-wee.
Mary liked the taste and continued licking until Juliette squealed, “No,
my lovely Mary. Stop before I squirt my
milk all over you and have one of the boys come to lick it up. Maybe your new love will like to lick it up. Why don’t you call him to come over while
it’s fresh?”
Mary thought about it and then decided to call. A woman answered the telephone and asked to
take a message since Philip was otherwise occupied. Mary hung up without leaving a name or a
message. A few minutes later, Philip
called, having guessed it was her that called.
Juliette answered the phone and said, “Ms. Mary is occupied. May I take a message?” Mary smiled and nodded and kept on messaging
Juliette’s private parts. Philip said he
was sorry he missed the previous call and asked if Mary could call him when she
gets a chance. “I’ll be sure and get her
this message, Philip. You sound
nice. Perhaps, you’d like to talk to me
for a few minutes until she’s free. My
name is Juliette and I have very big breasts full of milk that you could
sample, if you have time. I also have a
pretty derriere and pretty nice private parts, if you want to see those.” Philip got the message and played the
game. He said he’d be delighted to come
over and check out Juliette’s breasts and derrière, her private parts and
lubrication. Then he asked if it would
be possible to get a tour of the condominium.
“Why sure, honey. We do require
that you take off all your clothes. Will
you be over soon? Mary said I’d have to
measure you for size before I tired your apparatus. She said it was sizeable and fierce. Is that true?” “I’ll be right over!” said Philip and he rang off. Mary said to Juliette that it was show time
and they both laughed.
Sir Samuel and Floyd answered the knock on the door
by asking who it was that was knocking.
Philip said, “I’m Prince Philip and I’ve come to claim my Queen
Mary.” Samuel and Floyd opened wide the
door and sized him up. Samuel frisked
him mockingly but had a chance to feel his large wee-wee, which impressed
him. Floyd saw Samuel’s reaction and he
came and “frisked” Philip, too. Floyd
said, “OK, mister, drop your pants and you might as well take off all your
clothes, because we are!” All three men
got undressed and just dropped all their clothes on the floor. Sir Samuel grabbed Philip by the balls and
started to massage it. Floyd grabbed
Philip’s erection and led him to the nursery were three naked women and seven
naked little girls were waiting for him.
All had been informed about Philips weapon, and there it was for all of
them to see and feel and squeeze. The
little girls got first dibs on it and they squealed with delight as if they’d
been given a new toy truck. They touched
it an squeezed it and licked it.
Juliette squirted some milk on it and the seven little Barbie dolls just
lapped it up. The mature Isobel Sophie
needed no milk to lick off. She opened
wide her mouth and took Philip’s long erection deep inside her throat and
started tonguing it. Philip let it all
come out and filled Mary’s mother’s throat to full capacity. She swallowed all of it and then she smiled
and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”
Mary watched as Philip spotted Juliette’s huge
breasts and Juliette just offered him a nipple.
Philip drank a long time and had milk dripping down his chin. Floyd came up behind her and pushed his
weapon in as far as it would go and pumped away at Juliette while she had her
breasts both pumped by Sir Samuel and Philip.
She became ecstatic and squealed and giggled with a bunch of
climaxes. Mary watched and started
lubricating. She got on her hands and
knees and showed her cute and compact derriere to Philip. Philip recognized Mary’s derrière immediately
and disengaged himself from the lovely Juliette and mounted Mary doggy style,
while she took over licking Juliette’s nice lubricated private parts. Sir Samuel mounted Philip as he pumped away
at Mary. Rhythmically, Sir Samuel was
pumping Philip while he pumped his Mary.
All the little naked girls rode Floyd like playing horsey while they
rubbed their tiny private parts on Floyd’s broad back. Floyd gave each of the quintuplets a kiss on
all their private parts and gave the Juliette two girls and proper rubbing of
their groins to make them groan and moan.
The little naked girls were dancing and performing and just laughing all
the time while they stopped sometimes to take a great big drink from Juliette’s
huge breasts.
Mary felt the magnificent fit that she and Philip
had discovered. She just relaxed and
took her Philip‘s tool deep into her internal private parts. Philip screamed as he discharged his salty
load deep inside of Mary. Mary did
squeeze him from inside and he continued squirting and warming up his Mary from
the inside, out. Juliette patted Mary on
the shoulder and asked, “May I be next?”
Mary nodded yes. Reluctantly, she
disengaged and whispered to her Philip that her Juliette would like a go at his
great manhood. She said that it would be
OK with her, if it was OK with him.
Philip wasn’t sure of his authority yet and hesitated. So, Juliette got on her hands and knees and
presented her cute Spanish derriere to Philip.
Mary pushed her Philip onto Juliette who opened wide her honeypot and
took the wondrous Philip’s tool so deep inside until she felt him touch her
deep internal private parts. Philip held
her hips and wiggled her and he began to pump.
Juliette started moaning and just squirting milk all over. The little girls, Sir Samuel and Floyd got
under Juliette and sucked up all the mother’s milk. Mary did a hand stand and swung her groin
toward the face of Philip who could lick her tiny wee-wee and her swollen lower
lips to make her climax a dozen times, or more.
She wrapped her thighs around Philips head while he continued licking
her.
Philip filled up Juliette and she began to shudder
and to quake with joy. Mary did a nip up
to get onto her feet and helped her new lover disengage from Juliette. The seven little naked girls, Sir Samuel,
Isobel Sophia and Floyd finished lapping up the mother’s milk. Mary hugged her Philip tightly and held his
balls so tenderly that he again developed a big strong erection which needed
some attention. Mary jumped up so that
Philip held her by her lovely buttocks and lowered her quite lubricated honey
pot down so that his immense tool just slid right into Mary’s inner private
parts. Philip was indeed quite strong
and bounced our Mary up and down until she squealed just like some of the
little naked girls. Some of the little
naked girls were watching Mary and her new love and started clapping
rhythmically, in synchrony with the bouncing of out Mary’s derriere. Mary screamed out when she had a tremendous
orgasm and the children imitated her big scream. It was a scream and humourous for all the
children and all the adults who were watching Mary have a ball.
The next day was Sunday. Philip had slept with Mary, Juliette and
Isobel Sophia, in turn, according to the rules which were laid down by Isobel
Sophia, which she created on the sport.
Philip was exhausted by Sunday morning and was glad it was the afternoon
that Father Fred came over for confessions.
He did enjoyed lingering with Juliette who was a fine women, inside and
out and who had milk to offer him and everyone, all the time. Even Mary’s mother was a great lay and quite
aggressive. Philip did admit, he loved
his Mary much because she was so relatively quiet and direct and had a lot to
offer him in terms of basic needs, and wants, and such desires. Her body was indeed magnificent and her mind
was active and creative, loving and receptive to almost anything. And, what a family! Mary seemed to take responsibility for some
of the identical little girls that ran around in their birthday suits. He was surprised that two of the Ems were
her’s and three were Juliette’s. He had
no way of knowing that the father, Floyd, was the unifying factor, until Mary
told him the story of the introduction of the young stud, Floyd Churchill,
second cousin to both her and Sir Samual.
And, Sir Samuel, he was famous!
He’d won some major tournament kudos this year and was being still paid
handsomely by Rolex and Nike. Philip
reviewed his recent great experiences with Mary and her crazy family and
decided that he would like to join the crowd.
He was pretty sure that he could fulfill an important role in this
wonderful, functional family. He was
pretty sure he could survive and be very happy here, if Mary and the rest
consented to invite him. If he shared a
bed with Mary, Juliette and/or Isobel Sophia, there would be no need to build a
bigger condominium. He presented his
case to Mary, who smiled and merely said, “It would be great. We’ll discuss sleeping arrangements, later,
with everyone!”
Father Fred arrived on time Sunday afternoon at
1:00. Unbeknownst to him, a female
Vatican investigator had been sent on a mission to record the details of his
pious life for review by the cardinals in preparation for choosing of the
voters for the next pope. She was pretty
and well-built and wore a simple black suit with a white frilly silk loose
blouse, for Church services on Sunday.
She was Italian and looked a bit like Sophia Loren, both in facial
features and in figure. Her name was
Sophia Monteverdi and she was single, attractive, available and had a caring
personality. Monsignor Frederico was
smitten with her and had no idea that she worked for the Vatican
Cardinals. He asked her if she was up
for some fun with a Catholic wealthy family who paid a bundle to have confessions
done each Sunday afternoon at their home.
Ms. Monteverdi winked at Father Fred, loosened up her blouse and
accompanied the Holy Father to the Bedford Condominium.
Father Fred did not warm his secret agent that she
would see a lot of naked bodies who were having fun and spending lots of money
on confessions. She did not expect the
Holy Father to get naked and to fondle everyone, especially the one with the
big milk-laden breasts and the seven little naked giggling girls. She did not expect to have to follow suit and
strip off all her clothes and underwear, revealing her own statuesque physique
with breasts almost as large as Juliette’s and hips as wide as Mary’s and derrière
as pretty as Sir Samuel’s. Actually, she
was so pleased to be able to get down to monkey business because so far her
assignment had been very boring and so self-righteous.
Floyd was so delighted to be fondling someone just
like Sophia Loren and Ms. Monteverdi was so delighted to co-operate. Floyd invited Philip to come over and inspect
the charms of Sophia Monteverdi. They
asked her to bend over and Floyd gave Philip the sign to slip his large hard
tool deeply into her and she started moaning right away. Philip held her tightly by her lovely hips
and pumped her full of hot sticky semen and she responded by just lubricating
her own honeypot and having it all run down both her inner thighs. Philip disengaged and cleared the way for
Floyd to slip his masthead in and pump her full while she responded by
squealing and screaming and yelling, “Please don’t stop!” Floyd’s sperm were still strong swimmers and
Sophia was impregnated then and there, although no one ever knew until the DNA
studies showed it was one of Philip’s little swimmers that had pierced an egg
before those of Floyd’s. Eventually, in
Rome, Italy, she delivered twin very beautiful girls which eventually increased
the number of little naked girls to nine at the Bedford residence, to where she
fled when she was fired by the Vatican chauvinists. She had done an excellent job in reporting
all the fondling of the little girls performed by Father Fred. Father Fred was immediately defrocked. He begged Sir Samuel to take him in and
perhaps give him a job with his equipment or his tennis balls. Sir Samuel was kind and generous and gave the
no longer Holy Father Fred a job as his manager for $100.000 CDN dollars per annum which he shared generously with his
favourite little girls and the wet-nurse Juliette. Ms. Monteverdi needed no salary. She would be happy with room and board and
all access to her own little girls, Mary and Josephine, and her bigger girls,
Mary, Isobel Sophia and Juliette. She
shared Philip and Floyd with everyone and had a special love for the quieter
Philip with the handsome tool. She even
liked the hapless defrocked priest, Fred, who was so very happy with being
gainfully employed without having to speak, untruthfully, about his favourite
relationships with little naked girls and his favourite incestuous ideas about
families.
Mary
and Philip stayed in love and decided to marry after one year. Father Fred still retained his marriage
licensing ability and married the very happy couple, naked in amongst the naked
folks in Sir Samuel’s huge condominium.
There were nine naked flower girls and one naked Floyd Churchill as the
ring bearer. Fred was naked too and did
receive the fond attention of his little girls and his big girl, Isobel Sophia,
who had a fondness for Fred, as well.
The ceremony was well received and the buffet table was a dream. Mary was already pregnant and presented her
loving husband, Philip, with two lovely twin girls, which made the total in the
family a baseball team of nine. The rest
of this story is not much different than the beginning and the middle parts, so
I guess I’ll make this
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Wetland, Kanata
Oktoberfest, 2013
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