("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- At the Convention by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A young man's description of his exciting time at the presidential convention (at another place and time). (FFM, v, hist) *** Hot damn! Daddy was going to take me to the presidential convention. It only happened once every ten years when the Senate convened to choose a president for the next decade. And it was wall-to-wall pussy; that's what everyone had told me, and I had seen some incredible footage from the last meeting when I was only five. Unbelievable poon-tang. I especially recalled a wall of naked girls, their hands clamped above them and lines of aroused men stepping up to use their bodies however they wished. But President's Long's term was ending, and it was probably a good thing because the fat old man was obviously senile, drooling in public and soiling his clothes at state functions. My father favored General Early's grandson, Horace, a very successful businessman with many foreign connections, mainly oil interests, and a beautiful family, all blondes. Trade was what we needed. There were two other serious candidates with plenty of money to spread around and several minor ones, just seeking good trades and fattened bank accounts for their support. Daddy said being president was worth the price. So in early August we packed our bags and Daddy picked Juney to take with us although we were sure there would be plenty of loose pussy available. Daddy just liked sleeping with her, kind of his security blanket if you know what I mean. She had been with us nearly five years, and I think very few days had passed that Daddy hadn't horsed her and she hadn't sucked him. I like her too. She had got me started when I was twelve and said she just love my big horn. In Richmond we stayed at the swanky Beauregard, the city's number one hotel, and had a suite of rooms so I had my own bedroom to enjoy. Juney came in right after we unpacked and sucked me off so I was ready for action when we went in town that evening. Horace Early's campaign staged a parade, with nearly naked girls in kepis tossing out trinkets to the crowd with his name and image on them. We dined at a steakhouse, visited two clubs, and Daddy hired a girl for me, one that was about my age, a real charmer with a great body and a see-though dress. We did it standing up in an alcove near the bandstand, and she was tireless and exhausting when I humped her from behind, lifting her up on her toes. Then all I had to do was stand there and she did the rest, even backing up at me for the second go-round when she got her legs around me and both feet off the floor. The next day the Senate met in closed session where, so my father said, the real negotiations could be accomplished. Daddy sold his vote, which he was ready to give freely, to the Early forces and got a million in gold and a pair of mulatto concubines who served us both that night. They might have been part Creek or some other tribe. They were damn near tireless and utterly silent. He was pleased with himself, Daddy was, and almost had a heart attack trying to horse both of them. Juney spent the night with me, and we really got it on in the early morning, best I ever did, a triple-header. Bucked her right out of bed. In open session the next day Patterson Scroggins of Arkansas led in the first state-by-state vote with Early second and the James Joseph Johnston of Florida third. I didn't know Johnston, although the name was familiar, but Scroggins was famous. He was a soybean farmer and tractor dealer from Mobile who had been the Exalted Wizard of the True Klan at the time of the Tennessee uprisings. His group was famous for setting fire to its opponents, both men and women, and regularly showed a short clip of a poor fellow getting kerosene poured down his throat and then a lit railroad flare being stuffed up his ass. They let him run and he managed to get to the river despite the fact that he was expelling fire from both ends. Scroggins campaign picture showed his standing in full regalia with his hood turned back before an enormous burning cross that had to be twenty-five feet high. His publicity said he own a hundred guns including a Gatling. The morning of the second day of balloting, Johnston dropped out and the rumor was he had banked ten million to do so and got Early's show-girl mistress as a bonus. Scroggins then got the necessary two-thirds and was chosen by acclimation. It was really loud and the marching lasted fifty minutes with all these balloons raining down, not a sober eye in the arena. Our man settled for the vice-presidency, a worthless office with only a few patronage rights so I had read. That night Daddy met with the Scroggins folks and came home smiling, ready to horse those luscious mulattos but settling for Juney since both girls were in my bed teaching me wonderful things, first time I ever had my balls sucked while I was doing it. The next day, at noon, was the swearing in. Daddy was on the floor with the other senators, hung over like the rest, and I was up in the balcony with Juney tickling my shrunken stones. Everything went well until the new president stood at the lectern and opened his speech folder. Down the middle aisle came a big man in replica Confederate cavalry uniform, a huge Navy Colt in his hand. He screamed oaths and fired, putting one heavy slug in the new president's belly, another in his chest as he staggered back that blew blood all over the flag draped behind him, a third in his neck after he fell and the fourth in his hip or groin and then he put the revolver in his mouth and blew his brains all over the first two rows of startled senators. It had all taken less than a minute. It was hard to believe. After the state funeral in Richmond, which I attended with my father, Early chose Daddy as his Attorney General and we moved to the capital. Juney, of course, came with us. 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