the demilles

MIRIAM AND MONICA DEMILLE

A Fictional Account Of Homerville Strange Citizens And What Became Of Miriam And Her Great Mother, Monica, And Her Three Brothers, Jimmy, Johnny And Our FXM.  This Certainly Is Material For Movie-Making, Or, In The Very Least, A Broadway Musical, An Oratorio Or Another Ancient Madrigal.

By Izzy Ess Of Happiness

Demille, (no not the famous one; the other one,) Ms. Miriam Demille, was two when she discovered Jonathan Demille, her brother, who was three, her other brother, Jimmy, who was five, and her other brother, Francis Xavier Mark Demille, who was already seven, completely naked in the family Jacuzzi with her naked mother, Monica Demille, who was twenty-nine and still quite beautiful.  Last year, her father, Alphonse, was skewered by a passing truck who had a ten foot pole projecting forward and it pierced poor daddy’s heart and killed him instantly.  Our Miriam would hear this story often from her mother, Monica, now a single mother with four healthy children to bring up.  Alphonse had had extensive coverage; he had left his family a million dollars and a big old, newly painted, cedar house, completely mortgage-free, on Bricker Street, beside the railroad station, just behind the Baptist Church on Church Street, down the block from the Salvador Arena, where the Homerville Behemoths played their hockey games.

This Homerville had only 98 inhabitants which meant that the Demilles comprised some 5% of all the Baptists there.  The one room school on Main Street was all there was for early education.  One school teacher taught the children.  Her name was Jezebel Mae Jones and she was fifty-two and single and, of course, a Baptist.  She spent her leisure time with Spencer Smith, the only grocer, who was a childless widower.  Smith’s Grocery Emporium was the only source of dry goods, fresh meats and fish and all fresh groceries around.  He was fastidious about his cleanliness and tidiness and dressed immaculately in corduroys and leather, every day.  Of course, he wore a clean white apron with a pocket for his pens and pencils and a tiny pad of paper for creating accurate receipts and careful records for his own accounting and tax returns.  It was so clear that Jezebel and he were lovers but they were discreet.  Each of them would say, “Oh, we’re just friends,” when someone was so nosy as to ask about them, to their faces.

On each and every Sunday morning, and holidays, the Reverend and the Mrs. Thompson, Robert and Roberta, did perform a Christian service at the Homerville First Baptist Church.  About fifty loyal goers to the church were so inspired by our Roberta’s forceful singing and the Reverend’s quite beautiful renditions of the hymns and gospel songs, on the original built-in Heinz-Hammond electronic organ.  Robert’s basso voice was booming but his wife’ soprano was quite overwhelming.  Ms. Roberta was a little stout but powerful in every way, including being able to lift the tables and the pews all by herself, if necessary.

And it was.  Our Reverend was a little man and somewhat of a weakling as he had had a myriad of childhood illnesses, which did prevent him from participating in most sports and working out.  He did, however, play some excellent games of pool and was the Homerville quite unofficial champion of the eight-ball, nine-ball and the trick shot competitions that were regularly held in Rick’s Café and Doughnut Shoppe, on each and every Tuesday, and each and every Saturday, in the afternoons and evenings, all year ‘round.  Rick Grimalkin liked to whittle wooden trophies and his wife, Griselda liked to put bows in the blue ribbons for the coveted cool prizes for the tournaments.

Ms. Miriam Demille, aged two, discovered Jonathan Demille, her brother, who was three, her other brother, Jimmy, who was five, and her other brother, Francis Xavier Mark Demille, who was already seven, completely naked in the family Jacuzzi, with her naked mother, Monica Demille, who was twenty-nine and still quite beautiful.  Ms. Miriam took her really first appraisal of her body and she noted that her brothers all had wee-wees, from small to smaller, hanging down and looking harmless, while her mother didn’t.  But what her mother had were two huge breasts, still leaking milk, from which she and all her brothers could still drink.  It was warm and slimy and it tickled in her throat, before it could be swallowed.  There were oatmeal cookies that her mother baked, with chocolate chips and tender raisins.  They went well with sips of mother’s milk.  It was automatic that when taking in her mother’s nipple, either side, a sucking motion was the best to extricate the milk.  Her mother’s nipples were so firm and felt so nice inside her mouth.  Her brothers seemed to relish sucking milk and her mother sometimes closed her eyes and moaned.  On occasion, she would grunt and squeal with obvious delight.  Ms. Miriam did wonder when she’d grow her breasts and have some milk to give her brothers.  She loved her mother and her brothers and felt glad to be the latest member of the family.  She couldn’t miss her daddy, eh?  She’s never met him, so-to-speak.

One day, the Reverend Robert visited and he was easily invited to just join the family in bathing in their huge Jacuzzi.  The Reverend had a wee-wee that was large, compared to her big brothers, eh?  And, it even got much larger when he took a drink from Monica’s big breasts when invited to do so with the oatmeal cookies.  Her mother seemed real pleased and stroked his huge erection, as she learned to call it, to make it even larger.  Robert asked if he could warm it and her mother said, “Of course, my Holy Reverend.  Please warm it in my derriere!”  Ms. Monica stood up and bent right over to present her derriere to Robert and he grabbed his wee-wee and he jammed it straight into her mother who then moaned and grunted loudly.  The Reverend did wiggle his erection in and out and then he closed and clenched his eyes and gasped and screamed quite loudly, jerking his whole body several times.  Her mother did the same, amazingly, and also screamed, but not so loudly.

Robert did withdraw and Miriam did see that his huge wee-wee was now limp and smaller than it was before.  Her brothers asked if they could warm their wee-wees and her mother smiled and said, “Why don’t you have some milk and cookies and I’ll get you ready for some warming after Reverend Robert leaves,  OK?”  “OK!” said Jon and Jimmy and their brother Francis.  They drank some milk and ate some cookies.

Reverend was quite happy and he kissed them all upon their foreheads, while he kissed their mother on the lips so tenderly.  He toweled off and put his clothes on with his Reverend’s special collar and he left, but not before he made arrangements to return each week.  Ms. Miriam’s proud mother said, “Of course, my Holy Father.  And, if you would like to come a little sooner or more frequently, feel free to come at any time and even several times a week!”  They smiled and parted because the Reverend said he must attend to his own wife, Roberta, who would just miss him if he didn’t go immediately.

Monica was just relaxed and told her Jimmy, Johnny and the oldest brother, Francis, to just gather ‘round and let their wee-wees hang, in front of her.  Expertly, she stroked them all and got them bigger than they were.  Then she turned and bent right over to present her derriere.  She pointed with her finger to the opening between her lower lips and said, “Now, Francis, you go first.  Push your wee-wee at this opening and thrust your pelvis forward, eh?”  Francis did comply and got it in and pushed and pumped the way the Reverend had and felt a thrill go through his body.  He jerked a few times and felt quite relieved as a little semen went into his own mother’s warm interior.  Next was Johnny and he did the same and was successful like his older brother.  Then Jimmy did and did feel the thrill and was real pleased that he had pleased his darling mother.  Monica applauded all of them and said, “That was a great success for all my boys.  Next time we’ll try it all again and see if you don’t make some more stuff that you can shoot inside of me.  As you all get older, you will see that it feels very good to do it and when you all get girlfriends, you will know exactly what to do to please them, eh?  Now let’s all take a shower and get dressed.  Francis, you will have to go to school and learn your lessons.  Ms. Miriam, are you prepared to try it, too?”  Miriam was quite confused because she had no wee-wee and didn’t see how she could do it.  Monica did smile and say, “Of course, you cannot do it with me but perhaps your oldest brother can perform for you.  I think it might work if you want to try it later with him or we can try tomorrow morning, if you like.”  Ms. Miriam now understood and she opted for tomorrow or the next day.  She had a little but a very cute pert derriere and she looked forward to a try.

In another part of Homerville, Roberta Thompson had a fantasy about some hanky panky with a carpenter who’d helped her make a shelving unit in the Baptist Church last month.  It was Tillson Surawicz, the tall and handsome craftsman who had brushed against her breasts and thrilled her.  She’d asked her Tillson to come to her small home and check the bedroom closet for the possibility of modernizing the whole space for shoes and clothes and her accessories like she’d seen in fashion magazines.  She had donned a robe with nothing underneath and greeted him with a big smile.  Our Tillson was attracted to her and did notice that she wore no underwear when she did turn to show him her small closet.  Roberta saw that he responded and she let her robe fall open, casually.  Tillson reached for her and she kissed his lips.  Tillson dropped his tools and showed Roberta that his groin was bulging, urgently.  She smiled and slowly did unzip his fly and fished out his quite large erection.  She bent right over and she took it in her mouth and was rewarded by a mouth full of some warm and salty semen which she ate with relish.  She dropped her robe and helped her Tillson take his clothes off and led him to her bed where union would take place.  Tillson knew exactly what to do.  He pushed her supine on the bed to check her derriere which was quite large and muscular.  He aimed his manhood perfectly and nailed Roberta to the bed.  She squirmed and squealed and lubricated wildly for her newest conquest.  Tillson drove his manhood like a Chevy piston and she was delighted as he made a huge deposit deep inside her private parts.  She exploded with him and was deeply satisfied.  They did it many times that afternoon.  Tillson was delighted and delightful.  Ms. Roberta started singing quietly as Tillson worked his magic with his mighty tool.  He thanked Roberta and she blessed him fervently and made arrangements for more consultations re her closet each and every Tuesday afternoon when her Robert did his visitations and his house calls, including the Demilles.

In the old schoolhouse, Jezebel Mae Jones kept Francis after class for special tutoring in Math.  She liked this Francis very much and felt he needed just a little extra to get through his mathematics lessons.  She noticed he was smiling frequently and asked him what had pleased him.  Francis tried to tell her that his mother had just taught him how to please a woman and she was curious.  She asked if he could show her what he’d learned.  He said he would be pleased if he could please his teacher, if she wanted him to show her his new method.  She complied with his request for her to lift her skirt and bare her derriere.  He dropped his trousers and did ask her to just gently rub his wee-wee and she did and succeeded nicely in enlarging it.  He asked her to bend over and to separate her lower lips and she complied.  He pushed his hardened wee-wee into her and pumped her like he’d learned to do that morning.  She had a pleasant feeling and was gratified that he was confident.  He made a small deposit deep inside of her and she had some very pleasant feelings surge inside her body, several times.  She remarked, “My darling Francis, you are good!  Perhaps we can keep practicing, while I outline some helpful things about your difficulties with the Math.”  It worked out very well for a whole hour of a special session and they planned to do it all again the next day and the next until the lessons were perfected.  Francis did express his deep appreciation for her help and she expressed her deep appreciation for his openness and honesty and giving personality, as well as his new tool for pleasing women.  Monica had taught him well!

Reverend Robert Thompson, his own Holiness, did like to visit Annabel, the spinster who lived in abject poverty around the grocery store.  She was really homeless but she faked a residence behind the store where she picked the garbage clean of edible commodities.  A large rat was her lone company.  Annabel had been a stripper in the town of Homerville before the Baptists cleaned it up.  She still exhibited her body for a nickel and had learned from Sally Rand the subtleties of dancing naked with two feathered boas.  The few remaining teenage boys would give her nickels for her to dance the Dance of Seven Veils, a dance that she had learned in church from Salome, herself, one Salome La Rue.  Robert had his nickels ready as he found her just behind the grocer’s back door entrance.  She smiled because she recognized a loyal fan who still admired her body and her personality.  The Reverend gave her fifty nickels to perform her dance while he lay supine on the gravel and she danced while naked so that he could look right up her private parts.  Annabel would crouch and gradually let her private parts just settle on the face of Robert Thompson, Holy Father of First Baptist Church of Homerville.  She then began to lubricated and drip all over Robert who just lapped it up with relish.  Then the Holy Father blessed his Annabel and kissed her private parts, no longer private, eh?

Jezebel did spot the Reverend behind the store when she came home to see her lover, Spencer Smith.  Our Spencer was expecting her inside the freezer locker where they could have privacy from prying eyes.  She watched the Holy Father masturbate and then take off to visit other Homerville inhabitants with whom he had some special blessings to exchange.  His favourite was Ms. Monica Demille and he decided on a second visit for the day.

Ms. Jezebel Mae waited patiently before she snuck into the locker and she pulled the door shut to ensure the privacy that Spencer did desire.  And there he was, quite naked on a pile of livers and pork tenderloins.  She quickly stripped and joined her fervent lover in a fervent intertwining and enjoining.  Afterward, they warmed up in the heated storeroom on the coffee cans and tea bags.  She told him of her grand experience with Francis Xavier Mark Demille and our Spencer was turned on again.  She said she learned that even seven year old boys can do a super job exciting older women and she said how she had plans to tutor him again as frequently as possible.  Spencer’s large banana was inviting and our Jezebel availed herself, quite expertly.

Our Monica Demille was glad to see his Holiness again because she liked his personality and his response to her great body.  He had some mother’s milk and cookies while her children watched with interest as their mother used her pretty derriere to warm up Robert’s Holy Sepulchre.  Her nipples squirted as she grunted and she moaned with waves of pleasure that came over her.  The children got undressed and started drinking milk with all her cookies while the Holy Father pumped her full of his fresh semen.  The boys, our Jimmy, Johnny and our Francis imitated him when later Monica gave them some lessons on the pleasuring of women.  Her Francis seemed to have more confidence as he had just warmed up his new found wee-wee expertise and told his mother all about it.  Our Miriam was ready to attempt some warming with her brothers and was successful in her efforts to the appreciation of her siblings and her mother whom she yearned to imitate.  She couldn’t wait ‘til she was older and had the breasts to fill with milk for all her brothers and her loving mother.

Tillson Surawicz had had a carpenter’s assignment for Monica Demille’s new kitchen cupboards.  He came by just after Holy Father’s visit and he asked if he could do some measurements.  Monica did offer him some milk and cookies which he gladly did accept on the condition that he strip to nakedness to match her and her children who were naked and would like to watch him do his job.  She and all her children watched in wonder at the largeness of his tool.  The boys and Miriam took turns just stroking it and watching it get larger.  Monica was thrilled to warm it for him in her honeypot which he approached with great enthusiasm.  “The cookies and the milk were excellent,” he said.  “The measurements are in my head and I will make designs to show you for the next time that I visit.  Is that OK with all of you?”  Every last Demille agreed that he could visit in the future with designs of kitchen cupboards.  Our Tillson ate a pile of cookies and he drank a quart of milk.  His warming of his enormous tool was thrilling for the family, especially our enthusiastic Monica.  He made a huge deposit deep inside of her as she just moaned and grunted and squealed loudly with delight.

The Homerville inhabitants did not expect the space ship which came hovering above the Baptist church’s steeple, that early evening.  Everyone in Homerville did congregate around the church to see if any spacemen or spacewomen would emerge.  What did emerge as sliding doors did slide wide open and a light shone out from inside the ship, were two diminutive blue and purple creatures with eight eyes and twelve appendages who spoke clear English, with a Southern US accent.  Everyone who had watched Star Trek was not surprised that they spoke English perfectly.  James Tiberius Kirk once explained this nicely and the Vulcan, Spock, always had a logical explanation why English was indeed the language of the Universe, all 15 billion cubic miles of it.  It soon became apparent that these two were children and they announced, “We came to see if Monica Demille would feed us mother’s milk and her homemade cookies and help us warm our many fingers in her honeypot.”

The Reverend Robert Thompson did step up and try to be a spokesman for the town of Homerville.  The blue and purple creatures did ignore him and repeated their request for milk and cookies and the warming of their many fingers.  “Is Monica Demille available?” they asked in a sing-song manner.  Monica stepped forward with her children and identified herself.  “I am the Earthling, Monica Demille.  I would be happy to provide the milk and cookies and the warming of your fingers, eh?  Would you like me to just come inside your ship or would you like to come right home with me and sit inside my grand Jacuzzi and join me and my four children for some milk and cookies that I baked this afternoon?”

The blue and purple creatures did agree to come to her big home and sit in her Jacuzzi.  They parked their ship beside the railroad station and they followed Monica to her newly painted cedar home.  Once inside, our Monica undressed, as did her children and she showed them how to suck her breasts and eat the cookies.  Her own children demonstrated everything to them including how they warmed their wee-wees deep inside their mother’s honeypot.  The Reverend Robert Thompson and the Surawicz, the Tillson, came along and got undressed and also demonstrated to the aliens how they drank the milk and ate the cookies and then warmed their huge erections deep inside of her.  The aliens just loved the breasts and nipples, milk and cookies and the warming of their sixty fingers, each, so deep inside our Monica’s well-lubricated honeypot.  She was thrilled by the hundred twenty little fingers pushed inside her lubricated honeypot for warming purposes.

What Monica and other Earthlings didn’t realize was that the sperm from these small aliens was squirted out their fingertips!  Monica was impregnated with an hundred twenty creatures from another Solar System in the Universe.  The creatures disengaged quite satisfied that they had bred a colony of aliens which would eventually dominate this planet, Earth.  This is ironic, eh?  They soon departed from their Monica and sought out their own space ship moored atop the Homerville old Railway Station and they fired all rockets and were quickly out of atmospheric Earth.

Ms. Miriam Demille grew up to be as statuesque as her own mother and arranged to get quite pregnant so her breasts were full of milk.  She was quite able to take over for her mother, Monica, as milk supplier for the town of Homerville and to be appointed as the Queen.  Her brother, Francis, did become the King, as he had warmed his ever growing wee-wee in every honeypot there was.  King and Queen Demille were quite discrete in all their body unions, just like Jezebel and her own Spencer, but actually, everybody knew that King and Queen Demille were siblings and were so passionate and deeply quite incestuous and loving it!  The alien-Demille offspring did fit right in by introducing baby-making with their fingertips around the happy town of Homerville.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

November 29, 2013