ALBERTO
AND JUANITA
A Fictional Chronicle
Of The Events That Ended
Up In North America
By Izzy Ess Of Happiness
Alberto da Seville was an
advisor to the King of Spain, King Ferdinando Escobar Madrid. Quite recently, Alberto had advised him on
the purchase of a set of yellow diamonds which would look spectacular if set in
old gold necklaces for the good Queen of Spain, Queen Mirabella di Gibraltar
and the Princess of the Realm, the young and statuesque, Juanita Lopez del
Susana Loma.
The Queen was older than the
king by twenty-seven years. She was
feeble, fat and getting quite forgetful.
Just yesterday she forgot which bedroom was the master bedroom at the
castle in Madrid. She opened wide the
door of young Bernardo’s room and found him naked in his bed enjoying Evelyn,
the downstairs’ maid. She ignored the
naked couple, happily enjoined, and dropped her gown and underwear. She stumbled into the small bed and lay down
to sleep. The gardener and the maid were
startled, but continued making love. The
queen turned on her side, while sleeping, and presented her plump derrière to Bernardo
who was not impressed. However, when he
finished off his maid, he disengaged and slipped his still stiff manhood into
his own Queen and pumped her full of his hot stuff. In the meantime, Evelyn went to the master
bedroom and she did her King quite vigorously and was rewarded with a gold
doubloon. In the morning, at the
breakfast table, the Queen was smiling at the king, and so was Evelyn, the
downstairs’ maid.
Evelyn was smitten with her
employer King, but also ogled her first love, the advisor from Seville,
Alberto, who had had his eye on the young and perky Princess, our Juanita, who
was only thirteen years of age. Juanita fanticized
about her handsome father, King Ferdinando.
She had loved him dearly since she was a youngster, when he used to
bathe her and sometimes fondled her so tenderly. Her mother never fondled her and was quite
jealous of her husband’s fond attention to her winsome daughter.
One morning, our Juanita, at
thirteen, decided it was time to do a bold thing to her father while he snored
beside her overweight and chubby mother, in the huge four-poster bed within the
master bedroom. She wanted him to know
that he was master of his daughter.
Quietly, she sipped into the master bedroom and got on her knees beside
her father and reached under all the silky covers to search ou his oversized
equipment and she fondled it. Her hands
were rather delicate and she need both her hands to handle everything. She managed to excite her father while he
still lay snoring and asleep. So, she
lifted up the cuvette and she took a look.
She was gratified her father’s apparatus was erect and throbbing and a
purple-red with curvy veins. She took a
chance and let her nightgown drop. She
slid beneath the covers and she straddled her own dad. She let her hips drop down and got her
father’s throbbing member to slide into her already lubricated private
parts. She felt her father’s grand erection
slide deeply into her own private honeypot and was thrilled beyond her wildest
fantasies. She squeezed and felt a
thrill in her entire body and she squealed with such delight, she woke her
parents up. Her father smiled and said,
“I love you, my petite Juanita.” Her
mother screamed, “You strumpet! You are
full of sin and lust and must be punished for your assaulting of my
husband!” She leaped out of the bed and
found a broom to swing at her Juanita and hit her on the back so forcefully,
she pushed her off her husband and onto the floor. Our Evelyn came running and could see the
situation. She herded her own Princess
out the door and into her own bedroom.
The Queen was quite beside her self and yelled, “You dirty little whore! Get out of here and leave this castle
now! You are shamed and I will see that
you are punished quite severely. I’m
banishing you to the Convent of the Sacred Heart and you shall be a nun and
never touch your father ever, not even again!”
In the morning, the Princess of
the Realm, the young and statuesque, Juanita Lopez del Susana Loma was forced
to pack her clothes and taken by the chauffeur, Benito Mendez, to the Convent
of the Sacred Heart, in old Madrid, and left her with a nun, a Sister Sophia
Theresa. She was led by her to a small
dormitory and assigned a tiny bedroom with a tiny simple bed and a tiny table
and a very tiny closet, and no window.
There was hardly any room to hang her old clothes; besides, she was to
wear an all-white habit all the time, which covered her from head to toe. No sympathy was offered her by the stern
Mother Sophia, who did close her door with some authority and left her crying
in the dark. A peal of church bells did
announce the noon time meal and silent Prayers of Grace and Thankfulness for
all the meagre food and accommodations offered by the convent. Tears of sorrow turned to tears of gratitude
for Blessings and some Guidance from the Lord of Creativity. There were some twenty-four Novitiates who
were the members of the first year classes for the Nunnery. They walked in single file from the dining
room to the chapel of the Sacred Heart.
There was no laughter, not even smiling.
The sternness of the nuns, who were already nuns, precluded any kind of
frivolous behaviour and demanded close attention to the lessons of each day.
On Sundays, the Convent would
be open for any visitors who wished to pray with both the nuns and the
novitiates, the Priests and all the Sisters of the Convent. The novitiates were sequestered in a corner
of the chapel and closely supervised by Mother Mary, the “sternest person in
the world,” who allowed no deviation from the rules and regulations of the
Convent. The designation of the sternest
person in the world was whispered by the novitiates, surreptitiously. The King and Queen of Spain were honoured
sycophantically that first Sunday. The erstwhile
Princess of the Realm was not allowed to greet them or make them welcome. The King and Queen did pray with serious
demeanors and did leave an offering that was substantial. They departed quietly and not a sign of
recognition came when they reviewed the nuns and new novitiates before they
left with their own entourage to go back to their castle.
The erstwhile Princess did
however notice that Alberto winked at her quite sweetly and oh so
secretly. She felt some warmth
immediately and a little better than she’d felt since she had been abandoned
there, to be converted to a nun. She
waited anxiously for the next week when the chapel would be open to some
visitors. Indeed, the only person that
showed up was her Alberto who managed to slip her a note, quite surreptitiously
which she held tightly ‘til she got back to her tiny room. By candlelight, she read the note and was
excited by it. It read, “Dear Princess,
if I arrange it, will you run away with me to the New World and be my bride,
forever? And, it was signed, “Alberto.” “I love you, dearly,” was the postscript.
Juanita could hardly think as
she was so excited when she read the note.
Quickly, she did scribble, “Yes, my love, I will follow you to all the
corners of the world, if you will but lead me!
All my love to you, Alberto, my own precious LOVE. Yours, forever, quite sincerely, your Juanita.” Nervously, she did hide her message in her
tiny Bible, in between the pages of The Book of Esther. Putting her quite tiny Bible beneath her tiny
pillow, she went to sleep and had a sexy dream, imagining her father and
Alberto feeling all her private parts, together as a happy threesome, and awoke
in a big puddle of her own hot juices.
On Sunday, next, Alberto had
come to pray with all the nuns and his Juanita, who managed to slip him her so tiny
Bible, surreptitiously. He pocketed his
treasure in his jacket pocket and he left the chapel. He fished out Juanita’s tiny Bible and found
her note. He read it anxiously, and then
he started smiling and he said out loud, to no one in particular, “Amen and
Hallelujah!” He ran back to the chapel
and surprised the congregation by just
grabbing his Juanita’s hand and pulling her to him for a fervent hug and
kiss. Then, he led her out of the
Convent and to his horse which was waiting tethered to the bar for horses. He mounted his bold white steed and Western
saddle and he pulled up his Juanita to sit upon the front of his horned saddle
with her legs astraddle. She hiked up
her habit and removed her underwear. She
then slide forward so the horn of her Alberto’s saddle slid inside her filling
up her honeypot. As he galloped she did
have great waves of pleasure surge throughout her private parts and her whole
body. She hadn’t felt this wonderful at
any time. She was squealing and just
grunting as Alberto urged his horse to gallop rapidly toward the west and
Lisbon, Portugal. They had to stop an
hundred times to lie upon the ground and satisfy each other that their love was
true and quite profound. Besides, the
horn of the saddle was aso wet it needed drying out and our Alberto’s manhood
was so constantly erect, he needed some relief to keep urging his own horse to
gallop on to Lisbon. Of course, the
horse was also better for the brief respite from galloping.
Underneath the horse, while
they were making love, the steed would add to the excitement with its great big
penis, which just hung above the happy couple.
The horse would get a big erection sometimes, but no mares were there to
help Alberto’s horse to get relief. So
our Juanita, with Alberto, would help the horse with some massage which
stimulated him enough to get his rocks off, happily.
A sturdy galleon did await
Alberto and his own Juanita and his steed, Excalibur, to transport them from
Lisbon to New Amsterdam, which was renamed, New York, before they got there,
eh? Alberto had enough doubloons to
purchase a quite modest house in Brooklyn, and he could make deals at the
curbsides with the other speculators about the value of the cargoes of incoming
ships.
This curbside trading in eights
of gold doubloons became the future Stock Exchange which was dubbed
“American.” Alberto made a fortune and
was able to then purchase a small mansion for his pregnant wife, Juanita and
himself and build a pretty nursery, therein.
Alberto and Associates became the forerunner of J. P. Morgan’s Brokerages
and all other stock exchanges, I believe, which yet exist today.
So famous was J. P.’s advice to
clients who asked him he knew what direction all the stocks and bonds and
futures would be taking. He said simply
that the markets will go up and then they will go down and then they will go
up, again, and down, again, and then repeat this cycle, ad infinitum. Perhaps he warned about the buying frenzies
and the market crashes but no one did really heed him, ‘til Black Monday, when
the Market would lose so hugely, down to 10% and some traders jumped from
skyscrapers, in despair.
Alberto was quite cautious and
amassed a fortune for his family of six, quite happy, healthy children, and was
a quiet leader of New York Society. In essence,
he and still so beautiful and gracious Princess, did become the King and Queen
of the New York of North America. They
both lived happily, ever after, including all six children and six horses, as a
pseudo-royal family. Amen and Hallelujah!
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
November 16, 2013
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