RENATA

RENATA REYNOLDS

THIRTY SOMETHING

The Early Life Of Renata

As Told To Me By Renata’s

Ghost On Hallowe’en

By Izzy Ess Of Scariness

When Ms. Renata was but five, she looked like Shirley Temple.  Her kith and kin were certain that she would go on to stardom as a movie star, or, at least, a rock star, eh?  At seventeen, Renata Reynolds was a statuesque example of a Venus of the Borough of Manhattan, in the City of New York.  Her reputation reached the eyes and ears of every single man in the Borough of Manhattan, plus as many married men who sought such women for their mistresses.  Renata did escape to Hampstead, where she built herself a lovely cottage by the sea with all the secret proceeds of her prostituting attitude and her great power over men, as well as her good business sense.

A wanderer of some repute, the Sheik of Arabia, in disguise, did come upon Renata’s haven by the Ocean.  The Sheik looked like a teenage vagabond and asked Renata for some food and shelter for the evening of the night of Hallowe’en.  Renata recognized that this young vagabond was someone very wealthy by the diamond studs that dangled from his ear lobes; so, she did invite the Sheik inside her lovely cottage for a meal and for a large, deep, comfy couch to sleep the night.  The Sheik was overjoyed and lingered on the couch with some champagne and caviar, Alaska, Baked, Duck a l’Orange and Turkish Anisette.  Renata let her robe fall open as the Sheik did eat and drink the goodies.  Sheik Abdul started in to fondle both the knees of our Renata, who slid far forward to allow his hand to slowly gain some access to her honeypot.

The Sheik was shocked but did recover and his hands stopped trembling as he plumbed the depths of our Renata’s private parts.  Renata moved her hand to fondle the Sheik’s knees and he slid forward to allow her to discover that he had a huge erection.  Renata was not shocked and unbuttoned the Sheik’s fly.  The Sheik’s huge manhood popped right out and pointed straight at our Renata’s mouth.  There was nothing to resist.  Renata bent right over and took into her mouth the head of the huge mast and tongued it slowly and deliciously.  The Sheik let loose a scream as he filled up his hostess to the brim while she was swallowing quite vigourously.  And anon, Renata started moaning and made such a happy squealing that the Sheik felt quite emboldened.  He stripped off his clothes and pulled the robe from our Renata.  She got on both her hands and knees upon the couch, and our rich Sheik just mounted her and pushed his apparatus deeply in Renata.  Squealing that went on from both the Sheik and his new paramour did sound like grunting pigs and squealing piglets in a muddy sty.  For just a moment, Sheik of North and South Arabia, did feel a bit unclean, but quickly he did compensate by picturing Renata as a Billy goat with pointy beard and wiggling, hairy tail.  The image worked for him and worked for her as they began to ball away the night.  The bouncing in the comfy couch caused quite a bit of squeaking which did add to grunting and the squealing from our happy couple.  ‘Twas a kind of Symphony of Sex.

The couple slept quite soundly, quite entwined and definitely quite enjoined.  They started a new symphony with rapid rhythms and some higher squeals.  They only breathed occasionally and they only stopped for emptying their bladders on each other.  Symphony became a cacophony as Renata and the Sheik tried harder than before and started pumping like a set of engine pistons.  The comfy couch collapsed.  The couple started laughing and could not stop.

The sheik then grabbed his chest and gasped.  He tried to break his fall, quite unsuccessfully.  He dropped dead in Renata’s arms; she let him slither to the floor.  She watched for one whole hour, ensuring that he did not breathe.  She rolled the sheik in her big oriental carpet and dragged him out to a sand dune behind her cellar door.  She buried him beside the dozen other men and boys, but not before removing his big diamond Rolex, his huge tear drop diamond ear lobe studs and his five million dollar diamond pinky ring.  Renata took her carpet back inside.  She sat at her expensive kitchenette and drank two cups of herbal tea.

Renata hummed her favourite melody from Carousel, “If I Butt-Loved You.”

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

October 22, 2013