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Individual Celebrities › Political
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,249
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Congressional Fuckfest Twenty-Aught-Five
CONGRESSIONAL FUCKFEST TWENTY-AUGHT-FIVE
I don't own any of these characters because they are real people and slavery is illegal. None of the events depicted here ever actually happened. Stop bitching already and enjoy.
Bill Frist sat in his office with his head buried in his hands. S-486 was not going to pass. Unless, that is, a certain maverick Senator could inject new life into it... but how to bring him on board?
Little did Senator Frist know, but he was about to be "brought on board" in a different way - and instead of being injected with new life, he was about to be injected with something a little different.
John McCain burst in the room, all a-flutter. "My God, man, did you hear -" McCain stopped short.
"What is it?" Cried Frist, unaware that McCain was staring at his hardening nipples, clearly visible under his thin, silky white collared shirt and black leather suspenders.
McCain froze, unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful vision before him. His jaw dropped. His gaze sharpended. His mouth watered and trembled. His breathing became husky and labored as he stared Frist square in the eyes, and said: "I need to be inside of you right now."
Frist was silent for a moment, the professionalism in the air rapidly evaporating. Suddenly, he burst into hysterical sobs. "Lock the door and close the shades," he managed to say, sniveling and crying as he opened a fresh bottle of KY Jelly. Why, he thought, why does this keep happening to me? AND WHY CAN'T I EVER SAY NO?
McCain liberally (get it?) squirted three-quarters of the bottle into Frist's gaping bunghole, using the last 25% for his swollen purplish dick. Sliding into Frist felt like sliding into a warm bath - a warm bath that would not stop sobbing.
"Fuck me til I cum blood," moaned Frist, a viscuous mixture of snot and tears on his face.
McCain was busy pounding away at Frist when suddenly a side hatch opened in the room, and out popped Massachusetts Senators John Kerry and Ted Kennedy in gimp costumes.
"We move that the floor be covered in the honorable Senator Frist's blood and semen," they yelled in creepy harmonic unison. With that, Ted Kennedy began facefucking Frist, and Kerry whipped out ancient Roman spear he kept for emergencies and began shoving it up McCain's tender virgin schphincter.
The excitement and pain was making Frist rapidly lose consciousness. The last thing he saw before passing out was a second sidehatch spring open, revealing Rick Santorum and Arlen Specter dressed in matching corsettes. "OH NO!" Thought Frist as his mind went dark. "The ancient prophecy! IT'S COMING TRUE!"
Frist dropped to the floor. Santorum spread his cheeks wide and unleashed a hellstorm of...well, santorum onto his chest. Arlen Specter busied himself by seeing how many staples he could use to fasten his own penis to John Kerry's back.
Joe Lieberman walked in and was immediately tackled by Santorum. He mounted the poor Jew faster than R. Kelly mounts fourteen year old girls.
"Neigh like a good little donkey!" Santorum screamed, forcing his raw, unlubed member deepr into the depths of Lieberman's tight Hebrew colon.
"EEEEEE-AWWWW! EEEE AWWWWW!" cried Joe2004. He was in so much pain he didn't even notice that he wasn't lying on the floor, but rather Hillary Clinton, who was dressed up like the floor, and was scarfing down the quivering phallus of the member of Israel's chosen people.
Everyone was fucking everyone at this point. All of the congressional representatives were in some way connected in a wild boa constrictor of lust.
Tom Delay, who had been jacking off in the corner and crying, now entered the main floor, taking Ted Kennedy's smooth face in his hands. He took a ball-point pen, one he had used earlier in the day to sign into law a bill requring energy output regulators to be affixed to all federally-subsidized farm equipment, and jammed it through both of Kennedy's cheeks. His penis soaring like a flag, he rammed his eight inch fucksteak through the holes in Kennedy's cheeks, facefucking him in a perverted new direction. He jizzed hard, and the manbutter flew threw the air, into the waiting mouth of Arlen Specter, who was getting a rusty trombone from McCain and Lieberman.
Emboldened by the sudden ingestion of man-juices, Specter gingerly pickked up John Kerry in one hand and jacked him off with the other. Right before he came, Specter pushed Kerry's mouth into his own crotch, forcing Kerry's sweaty man-pistol into Kerry's own mouth, breaking his spine in the process. "Shhhhhhh," Specter whispered to his companion as he killed him. Kerry offered no resistance; he thought it was hot. The last thing he was cognizant of before dying was the sweet and sour taste of his own love sauce.
Orrin Hatch walked in and shanked Tom Delay in the kidneys. He then vigotorously fucked the wound, spurting unborn future Senators all over the hemorrhaging organ.
Frist, unconscious, was being jacked off by Hillary Clinton. He had came some fifty-seven time since the chaos had begun. His balls no longer could keep up with the demand. When the next orgasm came, long spurts of blood issued forth from the honorable gentleman's love snake, coating the legislators in a thick film of penis blood.
With that, it was time.
All the congresshumans gathered around Frist's broken frame, jacking off vigorously. Except Hillary, who had cut open Frist as was eating his non-vital organs, stopping only to loudly assert that she was Queen of Nebraska. Each of them came in unison, and the body of the unconscious Senator was drowned in sea of thick, viscuous love-snot. All of a sudden the room began to shake. Out from the broken, shit-and-lube-and-semen-and-blood-stained Senator First's body there rose a great white hooded figure. It was Joseph McCarthy. And he was pissed.
"HAIL MCCARTHY, GUARDIAN OF THE NIGHT!" Saluted our national representatives.
McCarthy only grolwed. whipping off the cloak, unleashed his twenty-seven inch member, which also had the head of Strom Thurmond. Strom looked decidely unhappy.
"DRINK THE MALEVOLENT ONE'S EVIL PEE!" the Strom-penis thundered.
Joe McCarthy whipped out an M-16 assault rifle and mowed down the legislators, each waiting naked and with open mouths for the Dark Pee of their overlord. It never came. Their blood ran like santorum into the heating vents in the floor, making a small, swirling pool, growing ever wider by the second.
After that, Spring Break 1997 was canceled forever. The people wept, and famine caressed the land...
I don't own any of these characters because they are real people and slavery is illegal. None of the events depicted here ever actually happened. Stop bitching already and enjoy.
Bill Frist sat in his office with his head buried in his hands. S-486 was not going to pass. Unless, that is, a certain maverick Senator could inject new life into it... but how to bring him on board?
Little did Senator Frist know, but he was about to be "brought on board" in a different way - and instead of being injected with new life, he was about to be injected with something a little different.
John McCain burst in the room, all a-flutter. "My God, man, did you hear -" McCain stopped short.
"What is it?" Cried Frist, unaware that McCain was staring at his hardening nipples, clearly visible under his thin, silky white collared shirt and black leather suspenders.
McCain froze, unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful vision before him. His jaw dropped. His gaze sharpended. His mouth watered and trembled. His breathing became husky and labored as he stared Frist square in the eyes, and said: "I need to be inside of you right now."
Frist was silent for a moment, the professionalism in the air rapidly evaporating. Suddenly, he burst into hysterical sobs. "Lock the door and close the shades," he managed to say, sniveling and crying as he opened a fresh bottle of KY Jelly. Why, he thought, why does this keep happening to me? AND WHY CAN'T I EVER SAY NO?
McCain liberally (get it?) squirted three-quarters of the bottle into Frist's gaping bunghole, using the last 25% for his swollen purplish dick. Sliding into Frist felt like sliding into a warm bath - a warm bath that would not stop sobbing.
"Fuck me til I cum blood," moaned Frist, a viscuous mixture of snot and tears on his face.
McCain was busy pounding away at Frist when suddenly a side hatch opened in the room, and out popped Massachusetts Senators John Kerry and Ted Kennedy in gimp costumes.
"We move that the floor be covered in the honorable Senator Frist's blood and semen," they yelled in creepy harmonic unison. With that, Ted Kennedy began facefucking Frist, and Kerry whipped out ancient Roman spear he kept for emergencies and began shoving it up McCain's tender virgin schphincter.
The excitement and pain was making Frist rapidly lose consciousness. The last thing he saw before passing out was a second sidehatch spring open, revealing Rick Santorum and Arlen Specter dressed in matching corsettes. "OH NO!" Thought Frist as his mind went dark. "The ancient prophecy! IT'S COMING TRUE!"
Frist dropped to the floor. Santorum spread his cheeks wide and unleashed a hellstorm of...well, santorum onto his chest. Arlen Specter busied himself by seeing how many staples he could use to fasten his own penis to John Kerry's back.
Joe Lieberman walked in and was immediately tackled by Santorum. He mounted the poor Jew faster than R. Kelly mounts fourteen year old girls.
"Neigh like a good little donkey!" Santorum screamed, forcing his raw, unlubed member deepr into the depths of Lieberman's tight Hebrew colon.
"EEEEEE-AWWWW! EEEE AWWWWW!" cried Joe2004. He was in so much pain he didn't even notice that he wasn't lying on the floor, but rather Hillary Clinton, who was dressed up like the floor, and was scarfing down the quivering phallus of the member of Israel's chosen people.
Everyone was fucking everyone at this point. All of the congressional representatives were in some way connected in a wild boa constrictor of lust.
Tom Delay, who had been jacking off in the corner and crying, now entered the main floor, taking Ted Kennedy's smooth face in his hands. He took a ball-point pen, one he had used earlier in the day to sign into law a bill requring energy output regulators to be affixed to all federally-subsidized farm equipment, and jammed it through both of Kennedy's cheeks. His penis soaring like a flag, he rammed his eight inch fucksteak through the holes in Kennedy's cheeks, facefucking him in a perverted new direction. He jizzed hard, and the manbutter flew threw the air, into the waiting mouth of Arlen Specter, who was getting a rusty trombone from McCain and Lieberman.
Emboldened by the sudden ingestion of man-juices, Specter gingerly pickked up John Kerry in one hand and jacked him off with the other. Right before he came, Specter pushed Kerry's mouth into his own crotch, forcing Kerry's sweaty man-pistol into Kerry's own mouth, breaking his spine in the process. "Shhhhhhh," Specter whispered to his companion as he killed him. Kerry offered no resistance; he thought it was hot. The last thing he was cognizant of before dying was the sweet and sour taste of his own love sauce.
Orrin Hatch walked in and shanked Tom Delay in the kidneys. He then vigotorously fucked the wound, spurting unborn future Senators all over the hemorrhaging organ.
Frist, unconscious, was being jacked off by Hillary Clinton. He had came some fifty-seven time since the chaos had begun. His balls no longer could keep up with the demand. When the next orgasm came, long spurts of blood issued forth from the honorable gentleman's love snake, coating the legislators in a thick film of penis blood.
With that, it was time.
All the congresshumans gathered around Frist's broken frame, jacking off vigorously. Except Hillary, who had cut open Frist as was eating his non-vital organs, stopping only to loudly assert that she was Queen of Nebraska. Each of them came in unison, and the body of the unconscious Senator was drowned in sea of thick, viscuous love-snot. All of a sudden the room began to shake. Out from the broken, shit-and-lube-and-semen-and-blood-stained Senator First's body there rose a great white hooded figure. It was Joseph McCarthy. And he was pissed.
"HAIL MCCARTHY, GUARDIAN OF THE NIGHT!" Saluted our national representatives.
McCarthy only grolwed. whipping off the cloak, unleashed his twenty-seven inch member, which also had the head of Strom Thurmond. Strom looked decidely unhappy.
"DRINK THE MALEVOLENT ONE'S EVIL PEE!" the Strom-penis thundered.
Joe McCarthy whipped out an M-16 assault rifle and mowed down the legislators, each waiting naked and with open mouths for the Dark Pee of their overlord. It never came. Their blood ran like santorum into the heating vents in the floor, making a small, swirling pool, growing ever wider by the second.
After that, Spring Break 1997 was canceled forever. The people wept, and famine caressed the land...