Friday, 8 November 2013

eden's garden

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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