MIXING
AND MATCHING
This
Is An Attempt At Telling Two Stories At One Time And Hopefully An Example Of
How Life Imitates Art, So-To-Speak, Or So-To-Write. The Music, “A Wheel Within A Wheel,” Does
Come To Mind.
By Izzy Ess Of Happiness
“Professor Maximillian Murdoch
succeeded in getting neon fluoride by collision in his private cyclotron he’d
built from discarded parts of aeroplanes.
In his private laboratory, he was naked while he fantasized about his
new assistant, Florence Gale de Knight.
She was statuesque and wore no underwear beneath her long white lab
coat. When she bent over to retrieve a
file from lower drawers of his big filing cabinet, she exposed her pretty
derriere, purposefully, he did think.
And, sometimes she had bent toward him and her breasts popped out and
revealed them to be large and globular with large brown nipples that would
point ahead. She’d cover up extremely
slowly while she looked so innocently, eh?
Alone, he pictured her completely in the nude and his substantial
manhood pointed straight ahead. He was
reaching for his lab coat just as Florence entered. She said, ‘Don’t bother with the coat,
Professor Murdoch. I’ll just remove my
own so we can both remain completely naked and can do our work without
encumbrance.’ Florence dropped her lab
coat on the floor and sure enough she looked much better than his
fantasies. His manhood did remain erect
and Florence offered him her derriere to get relief. Her honeypot was lubricating and so warm and
wonderful.”
“Professor Murdoch plumbed her
inner private parts as Florence squeezed her honeypot. He did explode and left a huge deposit of his
semen deep inside of her. She was
thrilled and squealed with sheer delight as waves of pleasure spread throughout
her lovely body. When he was satisfied,
she said, ‘Why, thank you boss! I feel
we have a special bond. Are your
swimmers still an active group? If so, I
do believe that I have just begun a new life with a combination of your DNA and
mine, eh? I ovulated yesterday and am
excited that we share this great event.
It’s not as special as your neon fluoride but it’s very special to my
hormone rushes at this time. So, I do
thank you quite sincerely, dear Professor Murdoch and I love you, too, as you
love me, I feel.’”
“Professor Murdoch smiled and
kissed her on her upper lips and on her lovely lower ones, as well. His manhood stood erect again and she held it
in her lovely hands and stroked it lovingly.
She took it in her lovely mouth and tongued it so it did explode and
filled her mouth and throat with hot and salty semen. She swallowed everything and smiled. ‘Why, thank you, dear. You have satisfied my fantasies, as I have
satisfied your own. Is there something
else you’d like to do?’”
Pierre
Pleasance was typing on his laptop and was trying to ignore his grand erection. Susan Selig brought some coffee and some
cookies in and saw his plight. She was a
student at the University where Pierre was teaching courses on creative
writing, eh? He was the Head of English
in his Department at the University.
Susan asked him if there was a little something she could do to reduce
his stress. He shrugged his shoulders
and he asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Susan put down her tray and exposed her perky derriere. “Would a poke inside my derriere be
helpful?” She undid his fly and fished
out his erection and she held it in her hands and said, “This is lovely, dear
Professor Pleasance. I’m offering my
derriere. I could sit upon your lap and
let you slip it into me, if you wish?”
Professor Pleasance nodded with approval and our Susan sat upon his
lap. His grand erection disappeared
inside of her. Susan wiggled and she
squiggled and she squeezed her lubricated honeypot. Professor Pleasance let himself be stimulated
to a point where he exploded deep inside of Suzan’s inner private parts. He said, “I feel much better and
relaxed. I thank you, Susan. And, you get an A+ grade, eh?” “I am delighted, dear Professor
Pleasance. I can feel you’re getting
hard again. Shall I wiggle, squiggle and
squeeze down with my own honeypot?”
“Please!” he said. She did and he
did make another huge deposit as she squealed with sheer delight, again. “Wow!” said Susan. “I feel wonderfully helpful to you. What is my grade, this time?” “I’ll give you extra credit. You are a clever student and you have a
pretty derriere. I’m sure your Grade
Point Average will be a four! Is that
OK?”
Susan
disengaged and went to get her own computer to record her diary entry for the
day, so far. She was making entries on a
Google Blogger and was getting readers from around the globe. Since her starting of a sex affair with her
professor, her readership was definitely larger. Both her and her Professor typed while they
enjoyed the coffee and the cookies and the feelings up as they sat
side-by-side. In about a half an hour,
both of them re-engaged and made each other feel stupendously relieved and
good. They had both removed their clothes
were were sitting naked at their laptops.
Mrs. Pleasance surprised them both and disapproved but not as vigorously
as she could because she liked this Susan and she liked to feel her up. Susan liked to feel up Mrs. Mary Pleasance,
too. Pierre continued his short story of
Professor Murdoch and his assistant, Florence Gale de Knight:
“Professor Maximillian Murdoch was
enthralled by Florence Gale de Knight.
He asked her to just spread her thighs for his fresh, hard erection and
she lay down on the floor and did comply.
He slipped his manhood deep inside of Florence and she lubricated wildly
for his ease of entry. He did plumb her
depths and then exploded with another large deposit of his active swimmers. She did experience a dozen waves of inner pleasure
which filled her brain with twinkling stars.
Florence murmured in his ear. ‘I
love you darling. May I move in with
you. I’m sure your wife won’t
mind!’ Professor Murdoch shrugged his
shoulders and did say, ‘Sure my darling Florence. I’ll call my wife, my Abigail, and tell her
so she’ll be prepared.’”
Professor Abigail was in the throes
of passion with her lover, Samuel Demille, when she did receive a message on
her cell phone service informing her that husband, Maximillian, was bringing
home a guest for dinner. She finished
servicing her lover, Sam, who’d made a large deposit of his semen deep inside
of her and caused her to experience great waves of pleasure throughout her
lovely body. ‘I’m sorry, Sam, but you’ll
have to leave me now because my husband’s coming home soon with a dinner
guest. I’ll call you when the coast is
clear for you to come to me again and we can do another horizontal dance, or
two. I love you darling Samuel. I wish you could move in with me. I’m pretty sure my husband wouldn’t mind.’”
Pierre,
Mary and Susan were completely naked and had started a close threesome which
interrupted typing and creating. Mary
was just feeling Susan’s lovely breasts and had her nipples get real hard. Pierre was stroking Susan’s lower lips and
her cute wee-wee which had her squirting her hot juices down her thighs. Susan had her hand inside the honeypot of
Mary’s inner private parts and was vigourously pumping with her hand and
causing waves of pleasure for our Mary who was moaning and just grunting with
her pleasure. Pierre had ogled his own
wife’s pretty derriere and had a mind to get his hardening erection into
her. To the music of Pink Floyd, the
trio did succeed in giving pleasure to each other for a full two hours while
both laptops blinked expectantly. Pierre
successfully had use of both the women’s derrieres, in turn, and both the women
did receive deposits of some salty semen.
Mary seemed to want to suck up all of Susan’s sexy juices and fingered
Susan’s wee-wee, frequently. They broke
for supper. Mary made some chicken wings
and served them with blue cheese and celery, white wine and chocolate ice
cream. They all felt sleepy and went to
bed entwined and so enjoined, eh? In the
morning, Susan and Pierre had classes at the University. Mary called her erstwhile lover, Charlene
Applebee, who invited her to spend the day in her apartment renewing
pleasantries of conversations and some sexual activities.
“Our Maximillian introduced his
Florence to his wife, our Abigail, and suggested that they do allow his
Florence to move in with them. Our
Abigail was very pleased and called her lover, Samuel, to bring his clothes and
move right in with her, her husband and his assistant, Florence. Sam arrived anon. All of them slept in the master bedroom in a
king-sized bed. The couples did make
love, side-by-side, sometimes changing partners for variety and
friendliness. Abigail was still amenable
to loving Max and Florence developed loving feelings for her boyfriend’s wife
and her avid lover, Sam. As Flo’s two
breasts and belly swelled, they all were gentle with her and her pregnancy. After the delivery of a healthy baby girl,
Jezebel, all of them, of course, including Jezebel, had mother’s milk to
drink. Jezebel was a happy baby and this
family of five lived together and just happily ever after.”
Pierre
was thrilled that his wife, Mary, moved to Charlene Appleby’s apartment. Susan moved her stuff to live with her
professor and they wrote their stories and their blogs, together, happily. Their love-making became serious when Susan
became pregnant. Pierre proposed a
marriage while he made his separation and divorce with Abigail official. Susan was quite happy to be getting married
to her loving teacher. They both became
successful published authors of several sexy books and entries on the internet.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
December 11, 2013
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