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.
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