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Kathy Lee Gifford and the NAACP (F/M/M..., rape, intr, celeb)
by Fidelius Castratus (BillG@MicroShit.com)
Date: 03 August 1999
The following story is a copyrighted work of fiction, (C)
1998, 1999 by Fidelius Castratus (a pseudonym). Any
similarities to real persons living or dead are
coincidental.
The following story deals with adult topics and may not be
read by people under legal adult age.
WARNING: The topics in the following story might be
disturbing to some people and it might even be illegal to
read or possess this story in your locale. If you read or
possess this story, you do so at your own risk.
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KATHY LEE AND THE NAACP
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Kathy Lee Gifford was nervous as she pulled her dark
blue Mercedes into the driveway of the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored People headquarters. African-
Americans had always made her nervous and being a Jew, she
really didn't care for them very much, finding them to be
closer to animals than human beings. She parked in the VIP
guest parking spot, and checked to make sure her bright red
power suit was straight and that her hair was in place. She
walked the short distance to the front door and knocked on
it in a businesslike manner. She would show these African-
Americans that she was not merely an air-headed morning show
host, but a thoughtful and sensitive friend of the Negro who
could help their cause. At this moment, she considered
herself not only an Ambassador of the Jewish People, but of
all white people as well.
Within a few moments the door opened and a large black
butler greeted her, "Hello Ms. Gifford we've been expecting
you. Please come in." She gathered her courage and stepped
inside, mentally going over the ideas for the speech,
"Overcoming Oppression" that she would give that night. The
butler closed and locked the door with a key as soon as she
got inside. He said, "Please come this way," and led her
down a short entrance hall, which ended outside of a room
with large double doors. He unlocked the doors with his key
and opened them. The room was much darker than the hallway
but she noticed a bluish haze in the room and a funny smell
coming from it.
Before her eyes had time to adjust, she felt herself
being pushed from behind. As she fell to the floor, she
heard the doors swing shut and the key turn in the lock.
She was so stunned she couldn't speak. What was happening?
She looked around and saw black men everywhere, and most of
them were smoking crack! She had seen it on television!
And then she noticed in the center of the room what appeared
to be Jesse Jackson with his pants around his knees having
sexual intercourse with a pig! The pig was on all fours but
tied down firmly in place with leggings, a collar and a wide
strap around its back and obviously could not escape, and
Jesse was thrusting away like a jackhammer.
Just as her eyes adjusted enough to be sure that it
really was Jesse Jackson, the pig gave a gasp and a quiet
squeal, and simultaneously defecated and urinated before
collapsing to the ground. Jesse's penis popped out of the
pig and she couldn't help noticing how large it was. It was
eleven inches long and at least twice as thick as Frank's
seven-inch penis, which until that time had been by far the
biggest of the three that she had seen.
"Shit," Jesse Jackson yelled, "looks like we killed
another one, bring out a new fucking pig."
Just then he looked over and saw Kathy Lee scrambling
to her feet and trying to turn the knob of the double doors
that were locked from the outside.
"Hold the porcine. Our guest of honor has arrived at
not a poor time," Jesse rhymed as he stood up with his pig
shit covered penis pointing directly at Kathy Lee.
"Bring her to me. This white Jew-bitch Kathy Lee,"
said Reverend Jackson.
Most of the Negroes had roused themselves from their
crack stupor and several were approaching the now panicking
Kathy Lee. There must have been a hundred black men in the
room and all of the conscious ones had put down their crack
pipes and were staring at her. When the first black man
touched her, she fainted.
When she awoke, she was naked on her hands and knees
and tied up with the straps that had held the pig being
fucked by Jesse Jackson when she had first entered the room.
Then she realized why she had awakened, her vagina was being
entered by some huge object. She turned her head back and
saw Jesse on his knees behind her, and realized that it was
his penis that was entering her.
Just then Kathy Lee heard Al Sharpton saying, "At least
clean the pig shit off your dick. I don't want no pig shit
pussy."
"For a lubricant I will use pig shit. To make sure
that it will fit," replied Jesse Jackson as he plunged half
of his eleven-inch penis inside of her. "A hose we will use
to clean. And no pig shit will be seen."
Kathy Lee was shocked, but was strangely aroused as the
huge penis entered her doggy-style. She had never even let
Frank do that to her. For her it was missionary position or
it wasn't going to happen. But then again, Frank had taken
his mistress from behind, as she had been shocked to see in
the videotape that someone had sent her. She owed him an
indiscretion, and what could be more indiscrete than having
sexual intercourse doggy-style with Jesse Jackson in the
NAACP headquarters in front of a hundred crack-smoking
Negroes.
Jesse slid his penis in until it hit bottom and said,
"I have hit bottom, sooner than with Hillary Rodham."
At that point Kathy Lee distinctly noticed the smell of
doody. It wasn't her doody, and it wasn't the smell of
Frank's doody, and it didn't smell like Cody's or Cassidy's
doody or the kitty's or the puppy's doody. Then she
realized that it was the pig's doody. She was grossed out,
until Jesse plunged the rest of his penis in, moving her
internal organs around. All thoughts of doody left her
mind.
He started jackhammering her like he had done the pig,
and even though she knew she was no longer kosher, she was
being satisfied in a way that Frank could never hope to
achieve. With each thrust she had a combination feeling of
nausea from her stomach being poked and a strange feeling
approaching an ecstasy she had never experienced.
Within 5 minutes, Jesse Jackson's body stiffened, he
grabbed Kathy Lee's hair and said, "Bitch bitch bitch.
Bitch bitch bitch," (which everyone agreed later was one of
his weakest rhymes of the evening) and squirted what felt
like a gallon of semen inside Kathy Lee's womb. She knew it
was probably only four or 5 ounces but compared to Frank's
half a teaspoon dribble, it was like a hot tidal wave which
brought her the first orgasm of her entire life!
While she was recovering from her first orgasm ever,
Jesse pulled out his penis and another Negro took his place.
When he had had his way with her, another took his place.
And then another, and another, until over 30 Negroes had had
their way with her doggy-style.
Kathy Lee was exhausted from having continuous orgasms
for close to three hours and knew that from now on that she
would only have sex with black men, because only they could
satisfy her. The smallest penis she had experienced this
night was close to nine inches long and while there might be
a few white men with penises that long, she knew there were
no Jews with penises that long except for Milton Berle, and
he was old, and rumor had it that he wasn't really a Jew.
Then big fat Al Sharpton stepped up in front of her,
dropped his pants and exposed a penis that seemed far too
large to be real. It hung down past his knees and was as
big around as a Subway sandwich (which was the only fast
food Kathy Lee ever ate because they have several sandwiches
with under 6 grams of fat, if you don't let them put on the
cheese or the oil.)
"No way," Kathy Lee said as she imagined that monstrous
thing inside her. Then some of the other 30 Negro's semen
dripped out of her and down upon her most sensitive area,
and she said, "Yes, I want that great big giant Negro meat
inside of me."
Al Sharpton waddled around behind her, dropped to his
knees and tried to put his huge Negro penis inside of her.
He used his hands to spread her open, but even with 30 other
Negro's lubrication it was difficult to get it in. He
decided that he was going to have to put his weight into it,
and when he did he was rewarded by penetration. He was only
able to get twelve of his eighteen inches in at first, but
seldom could he get even that much into a white woman.
There was a reason that he went last.
Kathy Lee Gifford felt like she was giving birth, but
this time she liked it. Al Sharpton's penis wasn't quite as
fat as her children had been and her most sensitive area was
being stimulated like it had never been stimulated before.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yes fuck me black man," she screamed!
Al Sharpton started ejaculating, and when a black man
with that large of a penis starts ejaculating, you had
better stand back. Kathy Lee was filled with so much hot
black semen that it filled her up. But none of it could
escape because of the size of Al Sharpton's penis. The
hydraulic pressure built up so much that suddenly Kathy Lee
went flying across the room, hit her head against the wall,
and had an even bigger orgasm than before, despite her
headache, and then passed out.
When she awoke, she was lying on the front lawn of her
home.
"Perhaps it was all a strange wonderful dream," she
thought. Then she felt the crotch of her bright red power
suit and noticed it was damp down to her knees. She brought
her hand up to her nose and realized that it smelled like
Negro semen. She knew then that it was no dream.
She also knew then that she was going to become an
African-American activist, and make a lot more speeches in
front of the NAACP!
And considering her cycle and the quantity and quality
of come her cunt had consumed, she was certain that Cody and
Cassidy could quickly have a coffee-colored sibling, who she
was certain she would name Caffeine.
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If you liked this story, and want to see "THE OLSEN TWINS
GET RAPED BY PRESIDENT CLINTON" and/or "THE OLSEN TWINS JOIN
A MANSON-STYLE CULT" and/or the rest of "THE OLSEN TWINS IN:
`MENAGE A HORSE'", let me know in this newsgroup!
Actually I'm burned out on the Olsen Twins. I've never seen
a proper treatment of Alyssa Milano during her "Who's the
Boss?" years. Perhaps, the lost episodes with her "Uncle
Vinny"?
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