JEZEBELL
AND
HER
ASSOCIATES
A Tail Of Tale Designed
To Complicate Your Life,
For Amusement, Only. Any
Serious Reverberations
Are Purely Accidental
And Coincidental,
So,
There!
By Izzy Ess Of Silliness
In
London Derriere, a lovely woman by the name of Jezebel, and her good friend,
Ms. Tinkerbelle were dallying with Ms. Lola Belle, who had a yen for female
company and wouldn’t mind some Lesbian good intercourse for just a little
while. Ms. Jezebel and Tinkerbelle
complied with her request to diddle her with licking of her lower lips and all
the hot and spicy juices from her honeypot.
The three new lovers were enthralled by thrilling touches and some
tonguing in a winning way. They did
retire to Jezebel’s great penthouse condominium apartment up on top of Jason
Towers on the shore of Lake Ontario. A
view of downtown Pittsburgh was afforded by the glassed-in balcony where these
three women could get naked and just lounge around in nothing but their four
inch spikes.
Lovely
derrieres abounded on the balcony and did excite the new formation of a
friendly trio who did love to stroke a pretty derriere and tongue a set of
lower lips and other private parts. They
ignored the telescopic camera that took their photographs from the next
condominium. Three men in Batman suits
were watching as the women did give pleasure to each other’s derrieres. The Batmen swung toward them on long ropes
and landed on the roof, in order to descend into Jezebel’s apartment. The women made adjustments to their attitudes
and did accommodate the men with their erections and their tendency to ram
their mastheads into women’s honeypots.
The six participants were quite enthusiastic and a great good time was
had by all of them.
The
Batman costumes were discarded and the men were so exposed, the women could
massage their manhoods with alacrity.
This increased the frequency of deep injections of the semen into heated
honeypots. A half a dozen men and women
from the condominium adjacent to the Jason Towers were so excited from a distance
that they started into having intercourse quite frequently. The Batmen and the original cute trio of
participants did spot them and invited them to join the party in the penthouse
of the Jason Towers. A pile of naked
bodies ended up in bed together and did present a picture of a writhing monster
with twelve heads and forty-eight investigating arms and legs.
The
spinster, Ms. Matilda Mentaljamb, conferred with her associate, the Rabbi and
the Reverend James B. Whippet, a mousy looking man who liked to shoot on sight
and then ask questions, later. Ms.
Matilda lived below the luxurious condominium owned by Jezebel. She could hear the squealing and the
screaming coming from the ceiling and she guessed what Jezebel and her new
friends were doing. So, Matilda did
alert her rifle-wielding Reverend-Rabbi who arrived prepared to fire his brand
new Uzis at just anyone who was disturbing.
And Jezebel and her visitors were in fact disturbing to both he and his
Matilda. So he judged where all the
noise was from and he started firing his new Uzis in a circle. The result was obvious. With a crash, the twelve headed monster fell
into Matilda’s small apartment without so much as stopping any of the
forty-eight arms and legs from searching out and just massaging all twelve sets
of private parts. Within a minute,
several arms and legs had grabbed the private parts of our Matilda and our
Reverend-Rabbi and discarded the new Uzis.
Matilda could not stop giggling and the Reverend-Rabbi could not stop
praying that someone would adjust his, or her, warm searching hands to get his
manhood to respond appropriately.
Oh,
my dear reader, I believe, I’ve stretched this story out as much as I am able,
although, it would be possible for Spiderman, our Superman, Lois Lane and their
pesky young reporter, to appear to straighten everybody out and then to get
ensconced, themselves. Or, the Mayors of
old Chicago and Toronto, Richard Daley and Ron Ford, could add their
complications to the story. Or, Barack
Obama and Bill Clinton could add some charm to this old tale of mayhem and of
April Showers by orating or playing saxophone for everyone’s amusement. But, “NO!” it’s time to cut this tale of tail
completely off and take a nap. So
without any other complications, I declare this is
THE
END
AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
November 23, 2013
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