MONICA
& FRIENDS
A
Fictional Short Story Of A Friendly Beauty Who Befriended Me And My Fantasies
About Her, With Her Or Without Her, With And Without Her Friends. This Could Be A Great Broadway Musical If
Someone Could Come Forward And Respect My Copyrights. I Think A Movie Might Just Also Be A
Possibility.
By Izzy Ess Of Sexiness
Ms.
Monica Maxilla Mandelbaum manipulated all her men with many charms. She had large breasts and quite broad hips
and quite a pretty derriere, and I haven’t mentioned private parts that were
artistically beautiful. In fact, she’d
had them painted by an artist who insisted he was capable of showing them to
great advantage. Her own pubic bush was
reddish orange and a wondrous bush to run one’s fingers through. I ran my fingers through it, initially, and
was rewarded with an invitation to just plumb her depths with my own private
parts which were enlarging at the time.
I couldn’t help but get excited and she helped me quite a lot by
lubricating so profusely that her sexy juices ran right down her thighs. She was enthusiastic about making love and
pumped me like a Cadillac, whose pistons pumped with vigour.
Clearly,
she was good at what she did with me and also showed a willingness to
share. She had a girlfriend, Mary
Musclemen, who liked to kiss her upper and her lower lips. One clear and starry night, she asked me over
to meet her friend and have some sexy fun.
Ms. Mary and Ms. Monica were already kissing when I came. They invited me to get undressed and show my
manhood to them for inspection. They got
undressed and fondled me with pressures meant to get my manhood hard and
throbbing. They succeeded. Then, while Mary pushed me on my back and
mounted me, Ms. Monica sat on my face and presented her quite pretty private
parts for my tongue. I stuck my tongue inside of her and licked
her honeypot. She started lubricating
and her juices poured out, on my face and neck.
In the meantime, Mary had been pumping me and her hot juices poured down
both my thighs. She pumped and I felt
bigger, stronger and about to make deposits of my semen deep inside of Mary’s
honeypot when Monica began to shout and say she wanted my deposits for herself. The ladies did change places and while Monica
began to pump my groin, Ms. Mary put her private parts into my face and started
lubricating with a torrent that poured over me. I exploded inside Monica and both Monica and
Mary did explode, as well.
It
was quite an evening. Monica and Mary
kissed each other, at one time, and showed me how they did make love. It was quite exciting to be watching and my
ding-a-ling became enlarged and started throbbing. Monica and Mary stopped their kissing and they
knelt before me and in turn they put my masthead in their mouths for tonguing
vigorously. I filled their throats with
warm and salty semen and they swallowed it with relish, ketchup and some apple
sauce. Another girlfriend did show up, a
Brenda Beetle and she was hot to trot.
She got undressed immediately and paraded her large breasts and derriere
for all of us to see. Then, Mary, Monica
and I did put her on her back and we brought Brenda to the brink of
ecstasy. She had a dozen spasms of great
pleasure and of ecstasy.
The
three good girlfriends then decided to put me on my back and see if my bold
masthead could be pushed inside of Monica’s wet honeypot. It could and Monica ascended to a Heaven of
great pleasure. Then our Mary took her
turn and Brenda kissed her upper lips in Frenchy style. She also grabbed her breasts and rubbed her
nipples ‘til they got read hard and pointy.
I could feel my Monica get really wet inside her honeypot and I could
feel her having many pleasurable spasms.
Monica did disengage and gave her girlfriend, Brenda, a chance to mount
me and to ride me to a pinnacle of pleasure which discharged my semen deep
inside of her. This gave her waves of
pleasure twenty times, or more, before she started cooling off.
One
night, my Monica invited me to meet a male friend, Jack Demille, who was
already at her place displaying his big masthead. When I got there, he had Monica just moaning,
grunting and just squealing with delight.
Monica had straddled him and was enjoying his great masthead in her
honeypot. Her derriere was so inviting
that I mounted her and pushed my hardened masthead deep inside her back end
private part and pushed it in as far as I could manage. I put my arms around her chest and held her
breasts and nipples, lovingly. I could
feel Jack’s masthead close to mine and we could just co-ordinate our pumping to
drive Monica above the Upper Firmament for extra ecstasy.
Another
night, we wanted to be just alone and to watch a pornographic film, the last of
Stanley Kubrick’s masterpieces, “Eyes Wide Shut,” with Nicole Kidman and her
husband, Tom, the Cruise. We watched the
whole film, start to finish, just slowly getting naked and engaging while we
watched. It was so charming and so
comforting to be alone with Monica that she invited me to stay the night and
fall asleep enjoined. We did. Our enjoining and entwining was so sweetly
done that we did sleep ‘til noon. When
we awoke, I had a throbbing woody which she accommodated easily before our
brunch. I kept my woody deep inside of
her and she decided to make breakfast thus enjoined. It was a lot of fun, her making breakfast
while I diddled her successfully and quite repeatedly.
I
asked my Monica to be my bride and she accepted with provisos that we would
accept her friendships with Brenda, Mary and her male friend, Jack. I accepted happily and she changed her name
to Monica Maxilla Mandible. My own name
is Emmanuel da Mandible, but you can call me Manny, if you wish. And if you wish, you may just join us for an
evening’s entertainment and frivolity with the proviso that you share your
private parts with us and with our friends!
An evening with our friends is tra-la-la
And just the two of us is dah-dee-dah;
Oh, won’t your join us when you get
a chance –
We’ll sing a song and do a sexy
dance.
We’ll push for extra ecstasy, you
see?
We’ll do some ultra-pumping,
dah-dah-dee!
And when we’ve finished dancing,
we’ll relax
And do some wiggling on our fronts
and backs.
And when we fall asleep, we’ll be
enjoined –
When morning comes
we’ll call each other, “Freund,”
Or, “Freundien,”
eh? We’ll trundle off to lay
Each other o’er
again in Hudson’s Bay
Or Chesapeake,
and dance again, anew.
Just no one
every leaves us feeling blue.
THE END
© izzy sommers,
md
Welland, Canada
December 5, 2013
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