A
GARDEN OF EDEN
An Allegorical And Lyrical Short
Story Of The Family Of Maximillian Millionaire And Its Successful Accommodation
Of The Other Members To A Spiritual And Physical Interrelationship That Worked
For Everyone. This Ode Is Suitable For
An Oratorio Or Perhaps A Musical For Broadway.
By Izzy Ess Of Happiness
Sir
Maximillian Millionaire, the Minister for Funny Mannerisms, just maximized his
daughter’s eyes by painting them with blue mascara and some purple shading,
which matched her skimpy purple sheath that she had donned at dawn when they
awoke from sleep, that very morning of her thirteenth birthday and her Bat
Mitzvah in the Orthodoxy of the Culture of his parents and grandparents. His eighteen year old son had given up his
own virginity to his own sister when she was five and he was ten, under
supervision by the Temptress Jezebel who had been living with Sir Max since
1992, when he had taken on the reins of the young Ministry of Funny Mannerisms
for the President of Lolland, the enemies of the President of Highland.
Lady
Jezebel of Tinkerbelle and Isabelle, Incorporated, had undressed for Max on the
occasion of his inauguration and had treated him to Seven Dances for the Seven
Princes of the Hinterlands, and Max had recapitulated with élan. Maximillion’s wife had died of apoplexy after
she gave birth to her two children, Miriam and Jonathan. Jezebel had secretly retained her older
lover, Lucifer, who kept her satisfied, whereas Sir Maximillian was a dud as far
as loving went.
Our
Miriam looked glowingly that morning, while her brother Jonathan was sad to
lose her to the ceremony of the Orthodoxy, eh?
Our Miriam was two months pregnant and her little belly wasn’t popping
out, as yet. Sir Maximillian was completely
unaware that he was going to be a grandfather.
Our Jonathan was quite aware because he had felt the growth of his own
sister’s inner private parts, the last two weeks, while he had comforted his
sister in the nights. Jezebel had
guessed the truth and Lucifer had known because he was an angel with such
insight that he could explore the lovely Miriam without so much as touching
her.
Sir
Max was bothered by the presence of his paramour’s apparent friend, the Angel
Lucifer, but he was so naïve, he passed it off as normal that there was Lucifer
in their own bed each night behind the derriere of his own paramour, the ever
smiling Jezebel. Lucifer had a one-eyed
snake that got so hard and long, it penetrated Jezebel quite satisfyingly each
night. Jezebel was smiling as her
breasts heaved up and down, just mesmerizing Max and Jonathan. Jonathan had practiced his own love-making
with the ever smiling Jezebel and she had applauded him with great enthusiasm
as he plumbed her depths. Sometimes,
Jonathan and Lucifer both penetrated Jezebel in such a way as to feel each
other’s manhoods deep inside the ever smiling woman who could mesmerize the
three men in her bed, just simultaneously.
Miriam
had watched the hijinks of her father’s paramour and wondered if she could just
imitate her. They tried it one night,
two months ago and started Miriam’s new pregnancy. It was a question of just who the father
would be, but it didn’t make a difference to Miriam, who remembered the
experience with love. Since then, she
would often dream of Jonathan and Lucifer and have such pleasant feelings deep
inside her private parts. She liked her
newly used great honeypot and lubricated often by herself. If Jezebel would see her lubricating she
would grab her newly grown great breasts and see the lubrication increase with
some squirting that the men would lap right up.
This, of course, would make the squirting much more vigourous and
Jezebel would smile, anew.
The
Bat Mitzvah was successfully completed and our Miriam felt double blessed
because her Jonathan and Lucifer had promised her a treat. They said they’d do again what they had done
before and do her simultaneously. She
wet her ceremonial tight sheaf which was embarrassing to Sir Maximillian. He covered up her sheath with his own tallis
and all went well until completion of the celebration of the woman that was now
his Miriam. The congregation was
appreciative of the gesture and applauded Max for being a great father of his
daughter. That evening in the family
great bed, Sir Max was quite enthralled by Miriam’s performance with her
brother and her father’s paramour’s great friend. Jezebel was quite excited and she treated her
Sir Max to phallacious delights.
A
double ceremony was the marriage of our Miriam to Lucifer while Jezebel was
married to the young, excited Jonathan.
This solidified the night time closeness of all parties. Miriam was pleased as her breasts grew and
filled with milk for everyone to just enjoy including our Sir Max, who didn’t
have a clue. Her belly swelled
voluptuously and was massaged each night by her own husband, Lucifer, and her
own brother, Jonathan. Jezebel was
somewhat envious so she let her belly swell accordingly. Miriam bore Lucifer a daughter of such
pulchritude. They named the daughter,
Evelyn, reflecting her great admiration of the allegorical great story of the
Eve that started everything in Eden’s Garden with her Lucifer and a wishy-washy
Adam, who didn’t have a clue.
Our
Evelyn grew rapidly on Miriam’s great milk which was enjoyed by her and
everyone at home. Sir Max grew more
vigourous and gave his Jezebel a thing or two to think about. Jezebel was ever smiling as she serviced all
the men now, separately or together, while Miriam was busy nursing Evelyn. This happy family was now completely unified
and satisfied both inside and outside each other’s bodies. They prayed together for their Maker to watch
over them and He complied by sending Nephalim who did their thing with
pulchritudinous women like our Miriam and Jezebel and eventually, Evelyn. Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, the Creators
favourite dark Angel, who was the same one that had gotten Eve to be so
tempted, still lived on with his new family in their new Garden of the God of
Abraham.
AMEN
AND HALLELUJAH!
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
November 8, 2013
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