Message-ID: <7626eli$9801211625@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: zifferman@aol.com (Zifferman) Subject: Story: Clinton 3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980121104001.FAA04133@ladder02.news.aol.com> Just as quickly as he began, he stopped. The cessation of the tongue job stunned Phyllis. "Bill! Why did you stop?" "It's time, honey." "Time? Time for what?" "Time for this!" And with those words he raise up on his knees on the couch, deftly pulled down his zipper and pulled forth his cock. The turgid thing throbbed with almost audible intensity. "Oh Bill!" "How do you like it?" She gasped. She now knew that she was going to be reamed by the President of the United States. Suddenly she was awash with guilt. She just couldn't break her marriage vows. She was a devoted wife. She had remained devoted during the entire course of her marriage. "Bill! I can't do it." "Don't you like my cock?" He held it in his hand so that she could get a good look at it. She did look at it. She saw the shiny crown and the vertical slit from which the pee and the baby juice spilled forth. And she saw the shaft with its network of veins trailing down the sides. She lowered her gaze and even looked at the rather large pair of balls in his extremely wrinkly sac. "Of course I like it," she replied while studying the overall appendage. "Then what's wrong with it?" "There's nothing wrong with it." "Then why don't you want it inside of you?" "Oh Bill!" How could she explain to him the importance of her marriage vows? How could he hope to understand the old-fashioned principles by which she lived? She admonished herself. She knew that old-fashioned girls didn't spread their thighs for strangers and get their pussies licked. "Come on, Phyllis. This cock is hungry for your nest. Come on. Let it inside. It's begging to get into your garage." "No," she said with determination. Bill wasn't used to this type of resistance. Apparently her sexual hang ups were more serious than he had thought. Usually a woman was like putty after having had cunnilingus performed on her. A man could do anything with them. After he had eaten out a woman at ABC News, she was willing to participate in a three-way. And after she got done with the three way she was ready for an orgy. "Why won't you allow my cock inside you?" he asked again. "Because I'm a married woman!" she shouted. Bill worried that his eardrums might have cracked from the decibel range she had chosen to use to voice her objection. Even the Secret Service agents standing outside the door to the dressing room were somewhat surprised by the loudness of Phyllis's voice. "Is there something wrong in there?" asked one of the stage technicians rushing over to see what the scream was about. "Oh no," replied John. "President Clinton and Phyllis were simply having a little disagreement over the ... er .. interview. Sometimes reporters find his demands quite...er...exasperating." The technician seemed to find that explanation satisfactory. He turned around and went on his way. Once the fellow had gone, John rolled his eyes at the ceiling. He couldn't believe that the President of the United States had almost been caught with his pants down. Meanwhile, back inside the dressing room, Bill said, "Oh I see." "You see what?" said Phyllis. "It's perfectly all right for me to perform cunnilingus on you, but it's not all right for me to fuck you. That's very selfish of you, Phyllis." She didn't like to be thought of as selfish. "No! No! No! You've got it all wrong. It wasn't all right for you to perform cunnilingus on me. I didn't even know that what you were planning to do." "Are you saying that I didn't do a good job?" "No! No! No!" "Then you're saying I did a good job?" "well, of course, you did a good job, otherwise I wouldn't be in the position I'm presently in." "Then why don't you let me fuck you?" "Because I'm married and I've got a husband," she stated again. "I'm married and I've got a wife. That doesn't stop me." "My principles are different than yours." "I guess they are. They're straight from the Middle Ages. She didn't like that analogy. "I happen to think that they're old-fashioned." "Yea, they are. Very old fashioned. Look, in the Middle Ages the average life expectancy was only twenty-two years of age. A person at the time was expected to have only one lover. However, today a person can expect to live well into his seventies. That's a long time to live with one person, one lover. Not many people can do it. The temptation is just too great. Besides, with our longer life, spans we need more lovers." He looked lovingly into her eyes and said, "At least one more." "Oh Bill! You're confusing me!" "There's nothing confusing at all about the act of love. Come on, just lie back and enjoy the ride." "Bill!" she exclaimed. "Don't do it." He didn't listen. Instead, he wedged his cock into her opening. He smiled when he noted how moist and ready she was. He could have fucked her with a fence post. She tried automatically to bring her knees together in an effort to close her portal. But Bill was already between her knees, so her thighs merely clamped tightly on each of his hips. She felt his cock resting on the portals of her femininity. "Bill! I mean it. Don't." He knew that if he proceeded too fast, he would only cause her to react like a rape victim. He didn't want that. He wanted her to thoroughly enjoy the experience. "Just let me soak it for a minute." She thought about that. "Soak?" "You know, allow my pecker to rest in your juices for a while. That's all. Nothing more." "Well..." She thought about it. Perhaps if she relented and allowed him to soak his pecker in her juices he would let her be. After all, what would be the harm in a little soaking? "Well, all right. But that's all you're allowed to do." But leaned down and kissed her on the nose. He smiled. "I won't do anything other than that, baby." Being a gentleman, he allowed his cock to slither back and forth in her slick womanly furrow. He didn't take advantage of her. After all, he knew that if he rubbed the blunt end of his shaft against her clit enough times, she would come around. Every woman on the face of the earth was constructed the same way. just tap their clit and their resistance vanished. "Ungh!" Phyllis grunted the first time he brushed her little nubbin of delight. She jerked her pelvis upward against his cock, desperately seeking fulfillment. Phyllis felt betrayed by this response from her body but it was as reflexive as the kick she gave every time a doctor hit her knee with the little rubber hammer they use. "Are you sure you don't want a little of this cock?" asked Bill in a mocking tone. "I'm sure," she said, less sure this time. She wished that he wouldn't touch her clitoris. That was her weakest spot. If he continued to stroke her in that lovely manner she might not be able to counter his carnal advances. She knew that she should not succumb. Each touch of her clit felt better than the last. She began to see the error of allowing him to soak. His soaking technique was twenty times better than her husband's fucking technique. She quickly came to the conclusion that she would rather have Bill soaking than her husband fucking. "Oh my!" she crooned. She felt as if she were a ripe peach being opened by a Ginzu knife. She gave up attempting to keep her thighs together. She wanted to spread them wide! He continued to massage her nether region with his tool of love. He could tell that she was having an increasingly difficult time remaining still. Passion was written all over her pretty face. Her mouth was open and she was occasionally gasping. Her panting caused her luscious titties to rise and fall in a most alluring manner. And her little bowl of a tummy moved in and out as if it were hungry for a special kind of meal. Anyone schooled in the sexual arts could deduce that she wanted cock in the worst way. In fact, she needed it desperately. He wouldn't be surprised if she reached down and grabbed his pecker in an attempt to draw him into her. "Are you absolutely positive you don't want some of my cock?" he asked with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Yes!" she sighed in a barely audible tone of voice as she closed her eyes and arched her back. "Are you absolutely sure?" He tapped her clitoris several times in rapid succession. "Ungh! Yes." She grunted as she replied. Her resistance was fading fast. Being a savvy politician, Bill could tell when an opponent was about to give in. He decided to give her just a little so she could sample it. He put just the tip of his organ into her vagina. When she felt it enter her, her eyelids flew open. "Bill! I said I didn't want it!" "Are you sure!" "Yes!" Although her voice was filled with resolve, her body wasn't. She couldn't deny that her vagina was hungry for his pecker. But she wouldn't give in. No way. She wouldn't give in at all. "How about just the first inch?" he asked, knowing that her resistance was slipping as quickly as a political promise. "No! Not even that!" She looked down and saw how hard he was, and how ready she was. She attempted to pull her pelvis back and inch so that she wouldn't have to feel his pecker on her nether regions, exciting her to near compliance. "Come on, don't be a fuddy duddy," he admonished. "I'm not being a fuddy duddy. I'm being faithful to my husband." "You can still be faithful if you only accept one inch into your slot. An inch doesn't equal a ruler." The concept intrigued her. She had never thought of sex in those terms before. "I can?" "Sure you can. It says so in the latest etiquette book published by Cosmopolitan magazine." She looked at him quizzically. She was skeptical. Such information would have travelled amongst the women journalists very rapidly if it were true. The girls were always trading cock stories. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Hey! Would I make something like that up?" She looked into his eyes. He seemed so trusting. "Well... I suppose not." Like so many women before her, she had fallen for his easy charm. She relaxed her thighs a bit, which naturally relaxed her cunt muscles a bit. With those words, he put another inch of his organ into her. "Bill!" Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she felt him invade her precious chamber, felt the blunt end of his thick cock spread the petal-like folds of her womanhood and stretch her inner vagina. "How much are you going to put in me?" "How much do you want?" "Now come on! This is not funny. You said just an inch!" She wiggled her pelvis a little in an attempt to free herself from his protruding member. Naturally, wherever she moved, he moved with her. She would pull back, and he would move forward. She would move to the side, and he would move to the side. She would try to move to her left, and he would move to his right. Then she made the fatal mistake of attempting to move up. Her eyes opened wide in surprise when she realized what she had done. The cock was moving inward! "Ungh!" she grunted. "Bill! You put more of it into me! Ungh!" He looked down to their joined bodies. He admired the way the entire crown of his cock was now buried within her. He decided to play the naive role to the max. "Why! So I did!" he said stupidly. "Shazam!" She immediately knew he was playing ignorant. She didn't like it. In fact, she didn't like it one bit. The President of the United States might be a bumbling dolt when it came to foreign affairs, but it had long been rumored that he truly knew his way around a woman. He certainly knew his way into a woman. He was breezing down her slick highway. "Pull it out, Bill!" she demanded through gritted teeth. She began to push against his chest. She was determined to terminate the assault and preserve as much of her fading innocence as she possibly could. However, he was just as determined to remain in place atop her with his cock snugly inside. After all, he was a man who liked to remain imbedded in a woman's honeyed core. As far as he was concerned, there was no reason to remain in a woman's presence unless one had one's dick soaking in her hole. Women were meant to be fucked; men were meant to do the fucking. Life wag as simple as that. A person didn't need a Ph.D to figure that out. He decided to appeal to her sense of fair play. "Come on and let me stay inside you for just a minute. That's all I ask." She bit her lower lip nervously. She was giving Bill far more liberty than any man who had ever touched her. Even her husband, Harry. Secretly, she wanted him to remain in place. He felt so right nestled there. So filling. So manly. So perfect. Besides, what would be the harm if he kept his penis in place for a few minutes? Harry wasn't around. There were no technicians watching. She wouldn't tell. Bill had already pushed several inches of himself into her clinging warmth-surely a minute or two of soaking therein wouldn't hurt. She came to the conclusion that she really wasn't breaking her marriage vows. After all, he hadn't put himself all the way into her. There was still a considerable portion of his cock which remained outside of her nest. Moreover, he hadn't started to thrust as of yet. Fucking wasn't fucking until one was thrusting. And she hadn't even spread herself very wide. She remained as prim as possible considering the circumstances. Thus, she rationalized that she was still a good girl. "All right, she said with an exhalation of breath. "You can keep it in me. But just for a minute. No more than that." He grinned. He knew he had won the first major victory. "Okay. It's a deal. She relaxed a bit. As she did she noticed that her pussy began to milk the head of his pecker. Her traitorous twat was nursing on his cocktip like a newborn calf on a teat. She hadn't intended for that to happen. She tried to stop it, but her cunt had a will of its own. It wouldn't stop its action. It couldn't stop. It continued to milk that organ as if pussies were designed for such exercise. She became nervous. Even her husband, Harry, didn't elicit this kind of superior treatment from her vagina. When Bill felt those wonderful muscles of her cunt begin to milk his cock he smiled. He knew that no woman was immune to the sensations which a cock was capable of producing. Moreover, since she had relaxed, her vagina had lubed very nicely. She was now beginning to gape open. Her labia had blossomed and her thighs were spreading on their own. She was becoming a very tempting sight. To say the least, it took a considerable amount of willpower for him to keep from shoving his entire length into her. He had an overwhelming urge to slam his meat home so that his balls would bounce on her ass cheeks, but being the cockmaster that he was, he resisted the temptation. Oddly enough, Phyllis wished that he would put some more of his manly rod into her waiting dell. She doubted if she would seriously mind. Deciding that he should take a chance, he did. "Ahhh!" He sighed as he wedged another inch into her. "Bill!" she exclaimed indignantly. "You promised that you weren't going to give me any more!" "I'm sorry, doll. That just slipped," He pulled the last inch outward a bit, and then pushed it back in, imitating the action of fucking. Her eyes opened wide. "Bill!" she gasped, worried that she had crossed a threshold into the realm of adultery. "Yes, Phyllis?" "I want you to stop that this instant." "Stop what, Phyllis?" "I want you to stop moving your penis like that. Back and forth. Like you're making love to me. I don't want that to happen." He wiggled his cock back and forth a few more times, several inches at a time. "You mean, this?" he asked, innocently. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted every time the rigid length moved upon her velvet walls. "Yes! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! I don't want you doing that." "Are you absolutely certain?" he asked, attempting to keep from smiling as he maneuvered within her. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she gasped. "Please don't do that! Please don't. It's very naughty!" "I can't seem to help myself," he confessed, keeping up the movement. He wasn't lying either. Her pussy was just too good to resist. Even a virgin couldn't have remained still. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! You're going to have to get control of yourself." "Yes, ma'am." Actually, it was Phyllis who had to get control. She was having considerable difficulty remaining still under the constant assault. She wanted to move her hips. She wanted to wiggle them around so that she could fell more of that magnificent male organ. She yearned to get more of that manly rod into her womanly core. She wanted to really let herself go. She wanted to fly! He knew the effect he was having on her. "Are you sure you wouldn't want a few more inches?" he asked. "Yes, Bill." "Here, let's test." He gave her at least three inches at one time. Her eyes opened wide as she received the last measure of his lengthy shaft. "Bill!" she exclaimed. "That was no accident!" "No it wasn't," he said with a little chuckle. "Would you like for me to pull it out?" Now that she was thoroughly lanced, she decided that it would be foolish to ask him to pull out. After all, her vagina seemed to enjoy the rod. "No. You can leave it in me." She sort-of wiggled her pelvis back and forth, allowing him to get his penis comfortably situated in her love cradle. He only allowed it to stay in place for a few minutes. He wanted her to be fully at ease with his cock. When he saw that she had, he pushed the remainder of his organ into her. "Bill!" she exclaimed. "You did it again!" "That's the last time I'll slip up. Honest." "It better be." She looked down to where their bodies were joined. The sight stirred her. Nevertheless, she didn't want to tell him that. "Of course it will be the last time you do it. There isn't any more left for you to put in me." Phyllis wondered if she were keeping her marriage vows. She knew that she had gone far beyond the innocent practice of "soaking". She nervously nibbled her lower lip. She began to think about the philosophical ramifications. Was she still a good girl? just because she had a penis in her pussy didn't mean she had gone bad. She took comfort in the fact he wasn't thrusting. That meant that she wasn't actually fucking. And if she wasn't fucking, then she wasn't committing adultery. And is she wasn't committing adultery, she wasn't breaking any commandment. And she had repeatedly voice her protestations to Bill. That made a difference, too. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was remaining faithful to Harry. Ironically, at the very moment, Bill began to move his cock back and forth within her. He was careful not to give her too much at one time. He didn't want her to panic. He decided to have a little fun with her. "Hey! Look! It moves!" he exclaimed. "Of course it moves, silly. That's the way it works." "But I didn't think you would be so slick." "I'm not usually... ungh ... this slick." "Not even with your husband?" "No ... ungh!" Bill continued to slide his organ within her. Back and forth. Back and forth. Every stroke brought him more pleasure than the previous one. It took considerable effort to refrain from going whole hog. He would love to fuck her with his usual intensity. He would love to make her teeth chatter from the force of his thrusts. But he kept his cool. He moved only slightly. "Hmm. Does your husband have a big cock?" he asked. "Bill! That's no question to ask a lady." "I was just curious. After all, I am the President of the United States." He knew that here husband wasn't well-endowed. Her vaginal would be stretched much more widely if he were. He gave a silent prayer to the Lord above for giving some guys small cocks. It meant that there would always be an ample supply of tight pussy out there. He noticed that he was becoming increasingly aroused. He decided to increase the length of his strokes. Instead of giving her two or three at a time, he now gave her six or seven. "Ooooh!" she cooed. "That feels nice!" "Doesn't it, though?" "Ooooh! Bill! That does feel so very nice!" "I take it your husband doesn't have a weapon my size?" "I'm still not going to answer a question like...oooh!...Bill! You really reach way back in there!" He laughed. "Never mind. You don't have to answer the question." "What question?" she asked as she was thoroughly impaled once more by another one of his masterful strokes. "So how do you like my Presidential wand?" "I like it! I like it!" "I thought you would." Actually, he had no doubt that he would eventually win her over. Over the years, he won every broad over. It had to do with the fact that he had power. Lots of power. Although he wasn't the best looking President in the history of the United States, he was still the President. That counted for quite a lot with women. Cunt loved clout. The more power a man wielded, the more likely that man would get laid. Moreover, beautiful pussy loved power the most. Gorgeous women gravitated to men with clout like bees to honeysuckle. Bill now moved his cock back and forth in her folds as if he were a man possessed. He was now going all the way, giving her everything he had. Deeper! Plunging! Probing! Drilling! She was getting increasingly aroused with every thrust of his cock. She was twirling her pelvis upon his lance of flesh. Like a woman possessed, she moved her hips around and around. Over and over and over. Phyllis loved the sensations which were washing over her. Although Bill's cock wasn't that much bigger than her husband's, the extra couple of inches made all the difference in the world. She now knew that size made a difference. And how! She began to wonder what one of those twelve-inch wonders might feel like. Such an organ would really probe her vitals and make her feel like a blessed woman. Phyllis had, on one occasion, the opportunity to interview a male porn star who was on trial for obscenity. In preparing for the interview she had reviewed a selection of his video tapes and she was awe- struck by the size of his organ of procreation. She had sat in the studio with her female news- producer watching the tapes, both silently mesmerized by the sight. Her twat was slobbering like a hound dog as if readying itself for the organ her eyes were appraising. She had meet the porn star on the court house steps and asked him a few investigatory questions. To her surprise, he was a perfect gentleman and he didn't flirt or hit up on her. She had expected any man with such a stupendous organ to be a fucking animal! Phyllis had resisted the urge to ask him to a out-of- the-way coffee shop for a more 'in-depth' interview. That evening, when Harry was making love to her, she had closed her eyes and pretended it was the big-dicked wonder she had spoken to that afternoon. Afterwards, she had felt dirty, like she had cheated on Harry in her mind. She considered confessing her crime to Harry but never got around to it. "I can't understand why this is so good!" she said breathlessly as thrust after thrust pounded into her shapely body. "It's just sex." "That's the reason, honey. This is so good because it's pure sex. We have no social attachments. Without the marriage bond sex becomes an aphrodisiac in and of itself. The constraints are lifted. The spirit is liberated." The mention of marriage made Phyllis wince. Until that moment she had not thought of Harry. Now the marriage vows she had made with him came rushing back to her consciousness. In her minds eye Harry was standing beside them, red faced and clenching his fists. Still, she was surprised that she continued as she was that is, flat on her back with her thighs spread wide and a powerful man plunging away at her passion pit. "Shouldn't I feel some sense of shame?" she asked while taking some especially powerful thrusts into her belly. "Not when it comes to beautiful sex." "But I'm a married woman. I'm committing adultery. Surely I should feel some guilt." "Not necessarily," Bill said as he slipped and slithered his large shaft within her. He leisurely eased his organ back and forth as he explained his philosophy of life to her. He loved the lusty look in her eyes as he drilled away. He loved watching the way her pupils dilated during especially deep plunges. And he loved seeing how her nostrils flared when he struck an especially erogenous zone on her cuntal walls. He also liked to watch the way her breasts filled with passion and the way they jiggled on her ribs while he wiggled between her thighs. He had noticed that she had great breasts before. Now that they were in a heightened state of arousal, they were spectacular in the extreme. Even though she was wiggling all over the place, her breasts jiggled like overturned bowls of gelatin. He watched them bounce up and down and from side to side. He made a game of sticking out his tongue to flick a swaying nipple. He fixed his lips to the distended nipples so he could feast as well. As he pumped into her he began to fantasize what she would look like pregnant. This was a frequent fantasy of his. Unfortunately, his fantasy had gotten him into trouble on numerous occasions. He knew of at least five little Bills he had made along the way. There was one in North Dakota, two in Alabama, one in Utah, and one in Florida. The children were the result of his refusal to wear a condom, and his refusal to withdraw during ejaculation. He was one of those men who liked to plant his seeds. These children had resulted in divorce for three of the mothers but the other two were being raised by men who thought they were their own. This gave Bill some sort of perverse pleasure, to think that someone else was raising and supporting his offspring without knowing that the kids belonged to some other bastard. He had not only fucked the mothers, he had fucked the fathers! While fucking into her he said, "I'd like to knock you up." She giggled. "I don't think that would be a very wise thing to do, Mister President. 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