It was the best of orgies, it was the worst of orgies. It is November and America, the land of the free and the home of the uneducated has just completed another two-year election cycle. The cry of "throw the bums out" immediately took me to where else -- the orgy -- where undulating bums are prevalent.
America has developed into two political orgies. The first is the orgy of the election. The orgy of the election is closer to a Rave or the club scene than an actual down and dirty orgy. Everyone must look pretty for the election orgy. You find who you like and grind up against them, but never completely let yourself go, because everyone is busy watching everyone else. Outfits are important in the election orgy -- short skirts, corsets, fishnets, the occasional bare breasts, but always restrained, promising the unleashing of sexual promiscuity yet never quite releasing.
This isn't to say that behind a pillar, someone isn't blowing someone. The pillar stands, the cock stands and the blow job commences as the crowd mills about unknowingly. This is how back room deals are made.
Sometimes with just a little bit of vision you can see that the skirt has been raised and the bumping and grinding of the groins is actually the copulation of in and out, give and take. Fucking in front of everyone and yet no one seems to notice, too distracted by the flash and glitz of undeliverable promises. The election orgy is all flash. The attention goes to the flashiest, the exhibitionist, the show off. The power goes to the background blow jobs, the outright fucks in front of your face that are seen but not understood or acknowledged and the election orgy leaves you with a morning after of unfulfilled desire, lust and dissatisfaction.
The real orgy is happening somewhere else, far away and isolated. A long winding approach leads up to the house. The house has creaking wood steps leading up to it, with wide gaps seeking to grab and hold the election orgy high heels immobile. The light and flash are gone and the approach is dark.
Sounds of moaning and splashing echo off the black night and the murky blue watery light of a hot tub is the only light oasis in the darkness. Approaching you find the hot tub not a rumbling mass of humanity, but a couple solitary, fucking and splashing, making waves and you aren't quite sure how they fit in the whole picture, just an overflow fuck from the orgy of political power.
The house windows are closed and you can't see the orgy until you are there. The power of a real orgy of real people, real politicians making real rules, violating real rules and doing whatever feels good to them and the people around them is the collective power of representative democracy, the power of the people concentrated into a select number of cocks and cunts. Most people never enter this orgy of American power -- a power that includes the male war machine of bombs, technological advantages, and missiles and the female corporate cunts and mouths that greedily suck in any comers, taking it all in and leaving the consumer consumed and spent.
Costumes are out at this orgy. This is an orgy of flesh, an orgy of wet, an orgy of hard, an orgy of slam and bam and sometimes after an especially hard pounding from behind, the woman will turn and say to the man, "Thank you" and shake hands. The voyeur can watch. The exhibitionist performs. Couplings become triplings, quadruplings and morphings.
Technology is on full display at this orgy. The dildo is leveraged for even more power. An average man's cock only has so much he can give the orgy before he falls flaccid, so the orgy brings in motor driven cocks. Sybians of power. I have been elected to this position. In my hands I hold the controls to the Sybian's cock. I've flipped the switch and the power light turns on red and green and the floor rumbles in the vibratory power as I crank the nob that increases the throb. I twist the wrist and the mechanical cock twists inside the cunt-try, my cunt-try, the cunt-try that elected me to fuck it hard with my power. A power amplified by electricity. I have my cunt-stituiency suck on my cunt-try's nipples and at the Mississippi Delta, my cunt-try sprays herself out into the lubricated Gulf.
Yes, the power of the elected position to hold the controls at the orgy is just one of the many positions you find in the real American Orgy.
What other positions? Use your imagination. The Executive Branch is taking the House of Representatives from behind, while the House licks the cunt-stituiency, spread legged and open before her mouth. If the cunt-stituiency gets out of hand, she is arrested, bound and held so that the lick-islator can properly coax out the throbbing response of the electorate.
Politics can make strange bedfellows. Naked bodies sliding by on the kitchen floor. Corner copulating couples. Backroom foursomes or moresomes of such a convoluted nature, you aren't sure which part came from where or belongs to who. Missionary style fucking by the Christians -- straight up, no muss, no fuss and probably not much pleasure -- except for the Christian. A cock shared by two mouths, two tounges. A cunt fingered by one and fucked by another. The whispered deals of quid probing the quo.
And what do you want from the orgy? How many mouths on your cock? How many cocks in your pussy? How many orgasms will leave you disheveled and satiated?
Those are questions for you to ask yourself. The election orgy is over and it wasn't much to begin with. Now is the time for all true Americans to get down and really fuck.
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