Amanda Anne
This
Is A Fictional Short Story Of Some Mental Machinations Of A Writer Of Short
Stories. It Might Be Converted To A
Madrigal Or Ballet, With The Music Of Alexander Borodin Or Maurice Ravel Or
Igor Stravinsky. I Suspect that
Stravinsky’s Ballet Music, “Le Sacre Du Printemps,” Would Be Appropriate.
By Izzy Ess of Dreaminess
“Amanda
Anne Amantadine was seventeen before she realized that she had power over
men. She’d wink at them and tempt them
with flirtatiousness. Then they’d ask
her for a date and she’d decline, unless the man was tall, quite handsome and
well-dressed. Then, she’d go for quite
expensive dinners at exclusive restaurants, until the man would ask her to
accompany him to his large apartment for an evening of frivolity and sex. This
night, it was Benito Lopez, Mayor of Babington, who’d asked her to come home
with him and meet his mother, eh? Amanda
was surprised that he did want her to exchange amenities with his own mother
and was more surprised to find his mother naked and intoxicated. Mrs. Sophie Lopez jumped right on Amanda and
stripped her clothes and underwear right off and started licking our Amanda’s
private parts, which made her lubricate quite heavily. Benito got undressed completely and he
stroked her derriere with his enlarging, throbbing manhood until he found his
target and pushed his manhood completely into our Amanda’s lubricated
honeypot.”
Pierre Seville, of
Birmingham, a proud English professor at the University, was typing his short
story of Amanda, our Benito and Benito’s sexy, drunken mother. He paused to light a cigarillo of a flavoured
pipe tobacco, and sat back while his enthusiastic student, Marilyn Melinda
Multitude, grabbed his manhood and put it in her mouth for tonguing. Our Pierre responded vigourously and supplied
a lunch of semen for his student, Marilyn, who swallowed everything with relish
and tomato ketchup, eh? She licked
Pierre’s now flaccid manhood and she brought it back to a full stretch. Ms. Marilyn then got up off her knees and sat
upon Pierre’s hard manhood with her bare derriere and got it into her quite hot
and lubricated honeypot. She wiggled and
she grunted and achieved Nirvana so successfully that her Pierre exploded, once
again, and so did she. Pierre did put
his arms around his Marilyn and grabbed her ample breasts and rubbed her small
hard nipples ‘til she started moaning and she started squeezing down with her
young honeypot to stimulate Pierre.
Pierre was thrilled and started pumping like a Chevy piston which was
exciting, eh? They disengaged and
Marilyn lay supine on the shaggy rug, her knees uplifted and her thighs spread
far apart. Pierre got off his chair and
mounted Marilyn. Ms. Marilyn then moaned
and wiggled, once again. Pierre and she
exploded simultaneously. Then, they fell
asleep. Luckily, the cigarillo was no
longer lit.
“Benito grabbed his mother, Sophie, and he forced himself upon her groin
while Ms. Amanda, his companion for the evening, rubbed his mother’s nipples,
causing them to grow quite hard. Amanda
tongued them vigourously, while Benito’s mother moaned and lubricated her old
honeypot. Nonetheless, Benito and his
mother were quite satisfied with the performance of Amanda, eh? They disengaged and Amanda offered her own
barely used young honeypot to M. Benito who accepted this great invitation with
enthusiasm and élan. Benito did explode
and so did Ms. Amanda while our Sophie licked Amanda’s tiny pink and hardened
nipples.”
Marilyn had left to
catch her early class in microscopic studies of the lives of living, slithering
amoebae. Then, Pierre cooked his big
breakfast, bacon and three eggs, coffee and some orange juice. He sat right down to eat and read his typed
scenario concerning his Amanda, Sophie and Benito and he smoked a marijuana
joint. Then, suddenly, the door flew
open and Benito, Sophie and Amanda entered and attacked him, viciously. They threw his laptop out the window and admonished
him for writing all that trash about their sexual activities. They ripped off all his clothes and forced
him into having sex with them. It was
exciting, eh? Sophia was aggressive and
she forced the author of pornography to push his throbbing manhood deep into
Amanda’s derriere. She moaned and
wiggled and induced him to explode in her own lubricated honeypot. As if by magic, Sophie vapourized into a puff
of smoke. And just as magically, our
Amanda and his table full of breakfast goodies floated up and zoomed
outside. When Benito drew his loaded
Luger, our Pierre just fainted dead away.
Ms. Marilyn returned to
find her bold professor lying on the floor, unconscious. His whole table full of breakfast goodies was
untouched. She checked his breathing and
his pulse and found that he was quite alive.
She helped herself to brunch and filled her stomach full. A nursing student, she had learned her CPR
techniques and punched Pierre right in the chest. There was no response. She checked his pulse and breathing, once
again, and was quite satisfied that he was still alive. She checked his belt to make real sure it was
not tight. Removing it, she undid his
jeans and fished out his large manhood and did stroke it, lovingly. Then she took it in her mouth and started
tonguing it. Despite his comatose
condition, Pierre responded briskly and soon his manhood stood up straight and
started throbbing. Marilyn removed her
pantyhose and sat upon her good professor’s hardened manhood and got it right into
her lubricating honeypot. This wasn’t
part of CPR, but it was fun for Marilyn.
She removed the rest of all her clothes and then removed the clothes of
her professor. He began to rouse and was
so pleasantly surprised to find his naked Marilyn on top of him, just smiling
broadly and amusing her own self with his excited manhood. He began to smile as well.
Our nursing student,
Marilyn was thinking, “This might make an interesting way of female nurses to
resuscitate male patients, eh? Perhaps I
could get extra credit in my nursing classes by suggesting it. I could present it to my mentors as a
Master’s level treatise, eh?” Ms.
Marilyn’s quite academic thoughts were interrupted by great waves of pleasure
from her inner private parts. She and
her Pierre exploded simultaneously.
“There
was no meeting of Amanda and Benito and Benito’s mother, Sophie. It was a weird daydream experienced by our
Amanda while she dripped some acid, late one evening, all alone in her
apartment. Upon recovering from her drug
trip, she felt enthusiastic about experiencing sexual activity. She dressed for dinner in a long black sexy
dress, slit down in front to her own belly button and up both sides to her
broad hips. She thoughtfully removed her
underwear and donned her four inch black patent leather spikes. She entered Luciano’s Bar and Bistro and was seated
in the middle of the restaurant. Her
waiter, Bruno Cagliari, could not keep his eyes from gazing at her breasts and
her pink nipples, peeking out from her black dress. She ordered turf and surf and noticed that
her waiter was developing a bulge in his tight trousers. She smiled at Bruno and she purposefully
pushed her fork right off the table. Bruno knelt to get the fork and had a direct
view of our Amanda’s private parts. He
put his hands upon her thighs and slowly pushed his fingers to his target with
success. He introduced his fingers to
Amanda’s private parts and stroked the inside of her lubricating honeypot. Amanda slouched and spread her thighs to give
him better access and he shoved his hand right up her moist kazoo. She moaned and had a dozen waves of pleasure
right in the middle of the restaurant.
Some
other diners heard her moan and stood to see what the problem was. They saw the legs of Bruno sticking out from
underneath the table and they understood.
They gave Amanda a loud round of clapping and went back to their mundane
delicious meals. Our Bruno heard the
clapping and he disengaged his hand and stood right up to face his audience and
sang an aria from Giaucomo Puccini’s “Madam Butterfly.” He deeply bowed to more applause and with a
reddened face went to the kitchen to submit his order for Amanda’s surf and
turf and her big bottle of Chianti.”
Our Pierre was
satisfied with his revision of his pornographic story of Amanda. Marilyn enjoyed it, too. It turned her on, of course, and she
undressed to tempt her mentor. Our
Pierre responded by undressing and he led his Marilyn right to his bed. There was a-rocking and a-rolling for the
evening and the night.
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
January 5, 2014
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