THE
LESBO CHRONICLES
In
Which An Adventurous
Young
Woman Seeks
Happiness
In The Arms
Of
Other Women, Eh?
By
Izzy Ess Of Elliot Ness
Belinda
Stewart was engaged. Her fiancée was
Annabel, the stewardess on East-Jet flights to Phoenix, the red-eye flight at
midnight, on the Ides of May. Belinda
was impressed by Annabel’s tight uniform which didn’t Arizona, from Chicago,
Illinois, USA. They’d met aboard hide
her statuesque great figure. They
lingered in the bathroom and they joined the mile-high club! In Phoenix, they stayed in the grand hotel,
D’hôtel Grande, adjacent to the airport, Johnson Aeroport d’Arizona. That first night, ms. Annabel, laid over in
Ms. Belinda’s penthouse suite and discovered the great meaning of “Une Affaire D’amour Et De Sex,” a
novelette by Renée du Boise of old Marseilles. Belinda and her new
friend, Annabel, ripped off each other’s clothes and spent the night entwined
and interdigitated, just deeply feeling all the other’s private parts and
drinking deeply of hot juices, ‘til their thirst was slaked and sheer
exhaustion interrupted.
Early
in the morning, the naked women kissed and parted, Belinda off to Johnson
Aeroport and Annabel on schedule to visit her ex-husband just outside of
Phoenix in the town of Wickenburg, a dude ranch town. Annabel had to pick up her Hertz car rental
by just running through the Aeroport and vaulting over seats, a great procedure
recommended by the Avis Company of Rentals, in order to compete for Number
One. She drove her station wagon north
to Wickenburg and found the Cowboy West Boutique, where Clarence was
employed. She surprised him with a
female customer inside a dressing room, just fornicating wildly, wearing
nothing but a set of spurs. She waited
patiently but then decided to participate and found herself a set of spurs, got
naked and engaged the female customer before she had a chance to extricate
herself from her ex-husband, Clarence.
Clarence, ever-ready to get into everything, just stood aside and
watched his ex completely floor his customer.
So then, he lay atop his wife and shoved his masthead deep inside of her
before she could object. He left a small
deposit of his semen and then he disengaged.
Our Annabel was busily involved with Lilly’s honeypot and managed to
excite herself and this new Lilly with her busy fingers. Both Lilly and our Annabel were moaning
loudly so that Clarence had to get involved again by jumping in between them
and getting his great manhood into Lilly’s mouth, while he stopped his Annabel’s
loud moaning with his big right hand.
Lilly licked his manhood and received a nice deposit of some salty semen
in her throat for swallowing.
It
turned out Lilly was at liberty to spend a lot of time with Clarence, inasmuch
as Lilly’s husband was taking lots of liberties with the Jezebel that lived
next door to them in Tucumcari in New Mexico in the United States of
America. Eventually, she would have to
face the facts and get divorced or separated and be liberated, altogether,
eh? In the meantime, she thought that
some preliminary sampling of the naked bodies out there in the world was
warranted. So far, she’d sampled
twenty-four in the month of March and she was feeling fine. Her feelings were enhanced by both this
Clarence and his ex, this Annabel, who sure knew how to please a woman. She vacillated in between them and chose to
go with Annabel, if she would take her back to Tucumcari. Otherwise, she’d have to rent a car or take a
bus. Annabel was propositioned by this
Lilly and did accept an offer of companionship from Wickenburg to Tucumcari in
her rented Hertz big Ford Station Wagon, Country Squire, quite big enough to
sleep in and to picnic in.
Annabel
met Clarence at a café-bistro, Cowboy Heaven, for a tête-a-tête, with Lilly as
a witness, eh? They’d had a childless,
loveless marriage and they needed a new settlement to separate and just
divorce. Clarence held out for the
silver candlesticks and Annabel just settled for the golden statuettes of
Marilyn Monroe in nudity. They split the
golden coloured spaniels, the male for Annabel and the female for her horny
Clarence. They did agree to make some
love in sentimental style for old time’s sake and did it in the Cowboy Heaven
while her new friend, Lilly, helped a lot to cover up and also to join in the
sexual activity. They disengaged with
friendly smiles, both clutching copies of their new agreements, signed and duly
witnessed by the eyes of Lilly and her sexy signature.
Ms.
Annabel took off with Lilly and headed west to Tucumcari. They made good time, stopping only for some
sex and hamburgers at intervals of about an hour. Lilly really liked her chauffeur and Annabel
was wondering if she could switch to Lilly from her love, the lovely one,
Belinda Stewart, stewardess. By the time
they got to Phoenix, Annabel and Lilly were in love and did express it
frequenter than every half an hour. By
the time they got to Tucumcari, Lilly and her new love, Annabel, had proposed
that they get married, just as soon as possible. In Tucumcari, Lilly did confront her husband,
Jonathan, and found him in the loving arms of Jezebel, underneath their antique
kitchenette. Jezebel was miffed. Jonathan was stunned by Lilly’s uppercut. Jezebel did scream and cuddled Jonathan until
he did recover and could fondle Jezebel, anew.
Annabel tried out her right and mighty uppercut on Jezebel and knocked
her out. Our Jonathan just lay her
supine on the floor and brought her back to consciousness by pressing his great
manhood deep within her honeypot.
Jezebel awoke and screamed again and Jonathan just shut her up with his
big manhood in her throat. Jezebel was
pleasantly surprised and did her duty, dutifully, getting her just just reward
and loving it.
Our
Lilly forced her husband to agree to separation and divorce and settled for the
bigger half of all their properties, including their big townhouse next to
Jezebel’s big townhouse. Jonathan moved
next door in a minute and Annabel moved in with her new lover, Lilly of the
Valley of The Driest Gulch in old New Mexico.
Belinda wondered where she was but never did discover her new fiancée
had moved to Tucumcari to make a lovely, loving household with another woman
lover.
Now,
my dear readers, I could string this out and get someone for Jezebel and
Clarence that would complicate the simple picture, but I do believe this is
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
November 27, 2013
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