I got on Yahoo! this morning, remnants of my pre-Google, pre-Kindle New York Times past and saw this cool headline: Obama Scolds GOP . Essentially, President Obama waited until the Senate recessed and then shoved fifteen presidential appointments up their ass that they can't do anything about until 2011 -- that is one long butt fuck. Not that President Obama is doing anything previous Chief Executives haven't done, but the President trying to dominate Congress isn't anything new. Even I've written on the Ménage à Trois of the three branches of government, but that was a FMF threesome.
Today I wanted to talk about a different threesome, this one of the MFM variety. In this case, the female is the American public and the two males are the Republican and Democratic party. Like most men, you can't really tell a Republican from a Democrat when they are naked. They both dangle. They both have a pair of balls. They worry most about money. They both like fucking and playing with women (the public). They both spew their million of sperm (legislation) to little or no effect. Unfortunately, like most men, they don't really know how to satisfy their women, so what follows is an Orgy fantasy -- a fantasy of a MFM threesome that actually works.
Ms America is a delectable woman, a woman with curves, a woman with maturity and a warm, dripping cunt. In the past, the men have taken turns kissing her. Early in the evening at the Orgy, the Republican went down on America's cunt. He loved the taste of her juice dripping of his beard and tongue. She returned the favor, sucking on his slightly bent, but conservative cock, before riding him for all the world to see. Mr. Canada stood close by watching the cock go in and out of the pussy and to the South, free trade ran free as cocks and pussy's walked pass watching America and the Republican fuck.
Later, Lady Liberty hung out over the window and let the Democrat fuck her from behind, sucking in the fresh Atlantic air, letting the young New York Bohemians watch as his left leaning cock slides in and he shoots his cum in her quim and the towers fall.
This is a precursor, a warm up for the events to come. Leaving the New Yorkers behind, America began kissing on the Democrat ("D"), while the Republican ("R") fondles her ass. Out in the Orgy play room, America is sandwiched between R and D, her ass grinding into D's cock and R pressing his legislative package against her cunt.
It is time in the fantasy for the threesome to get productive and give America what it needs. A private room, an isolationist fantasy, where the outside world of the Orgy can't interfere, as candlelight flickers and America slides down D's pants and slides his cock into her mouth. R is prostrate, on the floor and he slides his head up underneath America's skirt and sucks on her cunt, knowing full well that she has D's cock in her mouth.
The cooperation of R and D cause her juices to flow and for a long time they all enjoy the sucking. For R's comfort, America lowers herself so R can lie flat on the floor sucking her cunt, while she sucks D's shaft. There is no hurry, no time frame, just making sure everyone is happy and fulfilled. Elections come and go and all that shifts is the position, D lies back and continues to be blown, while R slides his cock in and takes America from behind. Again, time slows and America provides pleasure to both R and D.
Now the current state of the Orgy is much like the Ménage à Trois so far -- the woman putting out and the men getting pleasure. Sure it was fun for her, but it was still really still all about the guys at this point -- time for some bipartisan legislation to get America going.
America spreads out across the toweled table of the globe -- her beautiful Californian head, her Rocky Mountain Breasts, her wild New Orlean's Missississippian Delta and her Floridian and Bostonian feet. America is face down, her Alabaman ass rising in the air and R is massaging America's clit and his fingers are thrust into the Georgia spot, while D plays around on her borders.
R and D agree that it is America's turn for some pleasure, for some satisfaction, for some some taxing of the corporate and giving to the poor, for some peace, for some regulation of Wall Street and some consumer protection, for some tender loving health care, for some tea, some coffee and some scones and nothing thrown into the Boston Harbor, but conciliation and pleasure abound and the only War is the one singing, Why Can't We Be Friends.
In a dramatic show of bipartisan cooperation, America is turned over so she is lying face up on the table/globe, R takes D's hand and places it on the American clit, the heartland of pleasure. R moves to the suck on the Grand Tetons and America writhes in pleasure. Soon, R's fingers are joining with D's on America's Kuntuckey and D has wet his fingers and is playing with the tips of the Sierra Nevadas. America has never felt anything like this. She'd had a little fine wine to relax and now the whole country is quivering in hope and anticipation.
Yes, America, you can come -- and America does -- flooding goodwill as if all the levies of hatred had broken and orgasmic pleasure fills the land. America shudders and experiences la petit morte, but not just once, not just a half-assed health care reform orgasm, but a full-on single payor, Medicare for everyone death shudder, followed by a nuclear explosion of arms reduction and peace efforts, followed by an orgasm of education, jobs, low prices, regulated free market bliss for Republicans and social welfare for Democrats that causes America's eyes to roll back in her head and fucking pass out in the largest explosure of pleasure because not just one, but both political parties decided to stop trying to fuck her and do something for her benefit -- and through understanding and cooperation, they succeeded.
America sleeps peacefully tonight, sleeps the sleep of the sated, curled up in the blackness of the Universe, having experienced a threesome of amazing power as three humans learned to cooperate in that most difficult of arenas -- politics and sex.
Thus ends my political fantasy.
With a special thanks to those of the Orgy who try (and succeed) in making such dreams possible.
You're so very welcum.
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