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   The Last Supper by Curious Cat







   Story_intro: This last full night of residence in The White House was
the loneliest night for the outgoing president.  Sitting in the pantry with
a plate of half-eaten food, Bill Clinton relived some fun as well as some
not so fun times he'd had during the past eight years.  This Friday night
was not nearly as enjoyable as others had been.

















   The Last Supper

   Written by Curious Cat





   This is such TOTAL fantasy, that this CCat shall not even bother with
her usual blather about this is not real, blah, blah.  MrDouble will add
his usual protective verbage and email addys, etc.



   It was inspired by the last visit the president made to his old
statehouse in Little Rock, Arkansas during his last week in office.  Living
here in Memphis, I see that sign, "Welcome to Arkansas; Home of President
Bill Clinton," every time I drive to the Wal-Mart in West Memphis,
Arkansas. Of course, the return trip offers, "Welcome to Tennessee; Home of
Vice President Al Gore."

   As I drove home tonight in my little turquoisey Sundance, it crossed my
mind that tomorrow night would be the Clintons last in The White House. 
Their home for an uninterrupted eight, long years.  Having grown up in the
days of the real Camelot, the Kennedy administration, I engaged in a little
of that ole "I wonder what the King is doing tonight?" Wistful
myself...probably on his behalf.



   Of course, being the Curious Cat, Palisade Author, I couldn't just write
some melancholy ditty about how he's sad, too bad...



   Nope.  I went for the whole magilla.  Sex.  Incest.  Imaginatus
extremis. Anyway, here cums my self-indulgence.  Enjoyez vous-meme.  After
all, this is MY fantasy; not yours.  You need feel no guilt for putting the
Clintons through the following.

   There is a special dedication for this story to one who is near and dear
to us all...



   January 19, 2001...11:32 PM



   "What's wrong, Bill?"



   "Nothin', Darlin', just got a little touch of 'cain't sleep-itis, ah
guess."



   "You want me to get up?"



   "Naw, you git back ta sleep.  Ah'm just gonna go down and raid the
'fridge...for the last time."



   The woman lay in the bed, thinking about the poignancy of that last
statement.  To her, to their daughter, and especially to him.  After all
living in The White House for the past eight years had been the longest
continuing residence they'd had in their whole married life.



   "Last night blues, huh, Billy Jeff?"



   He grinned wryly at her pet name for him.  "Yup."



   The President turned and walked across the darkened bedroom toward the
hall door.  As he padded, he knew that his wife, the newly elected junior
senator from the state of New York, was weighing her options.  Trying to
decide whether or not getting her eight hours of rest was more important
than holding his hand.



   As he turned the knob, he was rather relieved to hear the sound of her
breathing slowing down once again as she drifted back off into her choice.
Hillary Rodham Clinton rarely made a false move.  She had stepped into her
own national arena just as his performance was closing down permanently.



   "No sense disturbing your card game, guys, ah'm jist going down to raid
the 'fridge as usual." He flashed that well-know grin at his longtime
defenders.



   The tall, muscular black man rose to his full height and grinned, "No
problem, Mr.  President.  We were falling asleep anyway."



   His partner arose, prepared to fall into step behind the president, and
his youthful partner.



   Bill Clinton shook his head, half in irritation and half in
capitulation. He'd never again be free of these fellows so he really didn't
know why he tried to escape at all.  They knew their jobs and took the
responsibility of protecting "the president" very, very seriously.



   Within a short time, the secret service agents took up their respective
posts just outside the pantry while the tall white man entered through the
swinging door.



   "He looks kinda wistful tonight, doesn't he, Jimmy."



   "Sho 'nuff does, Hilton.  I ain't never seen him lookin' so sad.  Not
even when his Momma passed."



   Just inside the door, Bill Clinton listened to their exchange.  He
thought of the night his mother died.  What it had meant to him.  How alone
he felt in the world without his staunch defender standing behind him. 
Nobody else, especially his wife, would ever understand the relationship he
had forged with his affectionate mother Virginia.  They had seen some times
as she liked to say.



   Moving forward, he stopped in front of the large double-doored
refrigerator.  Pausing in thought before reaching for the handle.  He
rummaged around for a moment, finally withdrawing a rubber tub with a
turkey carcass.



   Reaching into the dish cupboard, Clinton extracted a large white plate.
Returning several times to pull out condiments and fixings, his plateful of
food increased rapidly.  Pouring a large glass of foamy milk, the president
slid into the kitchen booth nook and reached for a turkey drumstick.



   Biting off several chunks, he was momentarily distracted by his eating.
However, as he raised the milk glass, he paused thinking of the first night
they spent in this historical residence.  Chelsea was an impressionable
twelve-year-old while he and Hillary felt like the country cousins come to
Washington, D.C.  for a visit.



   After an exciting whirl of parties and festivities, that first night was
too exciting for all of the Clintons.  He and Hillary had finally retired
to their large, unfamiliar bed in the presidential bedroom.  No sex; they
just lay their in each other's arms.  Kind of overwhelmed by the majesty of
their surroundings.  Pretty heady stuff for the ex-governor and first lady
of such a small state as Arkansas.  Little Rock couldn't hold a candle to
Washington, D.C.



   A small, light knock at the door alerted them that their young daughter
was on the other side.



   "Shall we?" asked Bill with an edge of anticipation in his voice.



   "Finally, you mean." Teased his wife.



   "Well, ah guess so." Drawled her eager husband.



   "Are you ready?" prompted Hillary.  "She'll be pretty surprised."



   "Ah have a woody about a foot long." He replied playfully.  "Put your
hand on it.  You'll see."



   She smiled, "No thanks.  I'd rather put my hand on our baby's smooth
little pussy."



   "Momma?  Daddy?  Is it okay for me to come in?" whispered Chelsea.  "Ah
cain't sleep all alone in that big ole scary bedroom."



   "Come on in, Sweetie.  Mommy and I were just talking about you.  We want
our little snugglepuss in this big ole bed too."



   The skinny, long-legged pre-teen scampered quickly to her father's side
of the king-sized bed.



   Clinton felt his pulse quicken as he surveyed her bare thighs.  Lifting
his gaze, his cock reacted to the small titty mounds pressing against the
sheer material of her nightie.  Tonight could finally be the night when
they crossed that bridge of no return and became a truly loving family.



   He lifted the covers and the young girl slid in right against her
father's warm body.



   "Oh, Daddy, you're so warm.  Can I snuggle up against you?"



   "Sure, baby girl.  You know Ah love when you snuggle that sweet little
body of yours right up on mine."



   Throwing one slender leg over her father's muscular legs, Chelsea
Clinton grinned at her sexy dad.  "Like this, Daddy?"



   The president's cock surged as his only child thrust her pussy right up
against the outer edge of his hipbone.



   "Mmmm...You are a naughty little baby, 'Chelseainthemorning.'"



   Playfully, the girl slapped at her father, "I hate that name, Daddy. 
Just call me Chelsea Baby like you usually do."



   Clinton reached down to pat his daughter's rounded butt cheeks, "Yes,
Ma'am, Miss Chelsea Baby."



   His unsuspecting daughter unconsciously rubbed her tempting pussy mound
harder against his upper leg as she snuggled closer to his large body.



   The father and daughter lay, slowly feeling each other, for a long
moment as Hillary Clinton watched them with great interest.



   As a lifelong and inveterate voyeur with a predilection for watching her
sexy and insatiable husband with many other women, especially the young
ones, Hillary found the sight of her young daughter's slender body rubbing
up against her father very arousing.



   Reaching down to her own naked pussy, she inserted one finger into her
own wetted slit.  Stifling a quiet moan, the new first lady began to steady
stroke herself into a higher degree of arousal.



   Meanwhile, Chelsea giggled at something her father said and leaned
forward to kiss him on the neck.  Turning his head slightly, Clinton's lips
were a scant inch from his daughter's pouty, swollen ones.



   Glancing over at his wife, he noted the glazed look in her eyes.  He
smiled to himself.  "Hillary is turned on at the sight of our little girl
sliding all around on me."



   "Chelsea, Baby, crawl over me and let Mommy be part of our fun too."



   His daughter glanced up, saw her mother's face and crawled right across
her father's body.  Enjoying the feel of his hard cock poking her as she
slid across his pajama-clad body.



   Hillary opened her arms and Chelsea snuggled into the safety of being in
that tiny space between her loving parents.



   "Bill, come closer.  Let's make a sandwich of our little girl.  Let her
feel our closeness tonight."



   Bill Clinton fitted the front of his large body against the butt slit of
his young daughter.  His cock tip right up against her crack.  He felt the
pre-cum dripping as his cock involuntarily nudged the girl's body.



   Meanwhile, Hillary slowly moved into a position where her pussy and that
of her virginal pre-teen where smack dab against each other.  Each time her
husband pushed into their daughter's asshole, Chelsea's hot, smooth pussy
smashed up against her larger, hungry one.



   "Mmmm...You feel so nice and cosy, Baby.  Snuggle right up against me."



   A strange, warm feeling began to engulf the unsuspecting child.  She
didn't quite understand the strange, yummy feeling coursing widely
throughout her immature body.  But.  A delicious, fulfilling feeling,
nonetheless.  Especially with Daddy's cock sniffing around her poop hole.
She hoped that his cock would find its way into her butt opening.  Just as
her uncle's had the last time he had invited her to visit his Southern
California home.



   No need to tell her mommy and daddy was his casual recommendation.  And
she hadn't.



   She was startled to feel her mother's slender fingers rubbing her
special place through the sheer material of her nighty.  At the same time,
Daddy began to search for her small, tender titties.  Some very good
feelings surged deep inside her belly.  Naughty and wicked feelings.



   "Ahhh..." she moaned as her mother's fingers parted her nether lips and
began to feel their way cautiously up to the small, swollen clitty.



   Daddy's thrusts against her butthole were dangerously close to
penetration, even with the sheer material of the panties.  Sheathing
Daddy's cock.



   "I feel very funny, Mommy...Daddy.  What's happening?"



   Hillary smiled reassuringly at her daughter, "Just lie back and relax,
Honey.  Daddy and I want to show you how much we love our darling
daughter."



   Bill Clinton leaned closer and began to nuzzle the side of his young
daughter's neck.  Bussing it with light, pecking kisses.  He felt her
shiver of excitement which translated itself into another long shudder of
arousal for him.



   "Relax, Baby.  Mommy and I have been waiting for this moment for a long,
long time.  Plus, we want your first night in The White House to have some
real meaning.  Unnerstand?"



   The young beauty smiled as though in a daze.  "Okay, Daddy."



   Bill exchanged a knowing look with his wife.



   "Hill, Honey, pull down our baby's panties.  It'll feel better for all
three of us.  Be careful though.  None of that rough stuff that you and
your friends are into.  She's young and innocent."



   His wife smiled.



   Reaching down, she felt her way to Chelsea's waistband and began to edge
the panties down past the girl's slender hips and past her knees.



   "Pull out one leg and then the other, Honey." She directed.  "Good girl!
Just the way I like it.  Now, open your legs, Honey.  Let mommy make you
feel very special with her tongue."



   Chelsea's ears began to ring loudly.  Her darling mother wanted to use
her tongue on her?  Where?  How?"



   She lay back against her father's probing body, legs sprawled apart,
allowing her hungry mother to lick her pussy slit.  As her daddy's hardness
filled her back slit.



   Placing her hands on the inner thighs of her darling daughter, the first
lady of the western world seriously began to fellate her.  Chelsea began to
squirm and moan as her mother's tongue began to clean her slit.  Her groan
of passion was long, low, and loud as Hillary began to suck her child's
pleasure bead.



   "Mmm..." moaned Hillary, "Your pussy is so delicious."



   "Ahhhhhhhh..." whimpered the virginal first daughter. 
"Mmmmmoooooommmmmy!  Stop...no, oh, Mommy, do it!  It feels so gooooood. 
So dirty."



   Hillary looked up at her husband.  "get that nighty top off, you dolt.
Get to work on those titties.  I want to feel them too."



   The president shook off his strange mood and began to pull upwards on
his daughter's sheer nighty.  With little resistance, the material slid
easily up over the redhead's upper body.



   She lay naked under the gaze of her sexed up parents.  A naked first
daughter being sucked and stroked by her adoring parents; the president and
the first lady of the United States.



   Her own body a mass of arousal and excitement.  Unfamiliar but very
welcome.



   Bill Clinton reached out to flick at his daughter's titty peaks. 
Alternately pinching and flicking at them.  His eyes narrowed as he felt
them harden into small, neat pencil erasers under his fingers.



   Hillary pulled her daughter's slender body off of her husband's and down
onto their firm mattress.  Lifting the girl's smooth legs up and onto her
shoulders, she began to earnestly tongue fuck her tight pussy hole.  With
Chelsea's legs up on her shoulders, she was afforded better access to the
succulent pussy.  As a lifelong and affirmed Sappho, she breathed in her
girl child's essence and fragrance.  Sucking strongly on the child's sex
juices.



   "Save some for me, Hill.  Daddy wants a taste of his sweet baby's
nectar." Bill's soft Arkansan drawl filled the silence.



   Hillary sucked and lapped at her daughter for a few moments before
releasing her tight grip.  Sitting back on her haunches, the naked first
lady grinned at her horny husband.



   "Your turn, Billy Jeff.  Let's see what you can do to bring off our baby
while I suck on those little peaks of hers."



   Crawling around to the other side of the bed, Hillary prepared to place
her hot lips onto the girl's swollen peaks.  Meanwhile, the president moved
into position between his young daughter's skinny legs.  As he looked down
at her sweet, unsure expression, he began to stroke himself through the
slit in his pajamas.



   "Darlin', Daddy wants to make you feel real womanly.  It might hurt a
tad but overall you just have to trust that it will be okay.  Unnerstand?"



   Chelsea smiled a shaky smile at her looming father.  Unsure but
trusting. Besides, her mother's assiduous lapping and sucking had prepped
her sufficiently that she wanted more too.  Her body had undergone some
pretty remarkable changes and the sensations were long lasting.



   "Yes, Daddy."



   Reaching inside the slit of his pajamas, the leader of the western world
pulled out his mammoth cock, fully erect and ready for bear.



   Chelsea's eyes became large and round as she saw the monster thrusting
out through the opening in her beloved daddy's pajamas.



   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it's sooooooooo big, Daddy.  It's scary looking.  Will it
hurt me?"



   Bill grinned, "Well, Baby, it might a little 'cause it's so big and
you're gonna be soooo tight.  But the second time Daddy fills you up is
gonna be fantastic.  And later, Mommy is gonna teach you to suck me off. 
That's the sexiest thing of all.  That, and letting me cum all over your
face and titties.  Mommy lets me do that anytime I want, don't you Mommy?"



   Hillary smiled up at her husband, "Yes, Daddy.  You do cum well."



   As Bill stroked his cock, he began to undue the button at the waistband
of his pajamas.  With a fascinated Chelsea fully engaged in studying his
every movement, he dropped them to show himself in full rutting glory. 
Rolling over onto his butt, he quickly divested himself of the encumbering
sleepware.  Lifting the shirt of his top, he stripped it off quickly and
easily.



   Kneeling in front of his small daughter, his hot, hard cock thrusting
straight out from his groin, the president posed to show her exactly what a
stud he was.  Hillary stifled a smile against her daughter's nipple. 
Nibbling lightly on the tip, she felt Chelsea's response.  Her small body
tensing with each nibble of passion.



   Rubbing the head of his cock comfortably and knowingly, the president
prepared to mount his young, virginal daughter.



   She lay there innocently unaware of his designs on her virginity.  He
glanced over at his wife, "Hill...hand me that jar of K-2 jelly.  She's got
to be a hell of a lot tighter than you, or than any of my usual fucks."



   Hillary paused her sucking ministrations to reach down beside the bed,
extricating the large plastic jar.



   "Thanks, Babe.  Hey!  Why don't you smear it on my big ole cock and on
Chelsea's sweet little pussy?"



   Hillary smiled at his suggestion.  "Good idea, Bill."



   Twisting off the lid, the first lady reached in with three fingers to
scoop out a healthy-sized glob of the lubricant.



   "Do her first, Darlin'.  Get her nice and greased up.  Ah wont to slide
into to at least second base right off the bat.



   He watched closely as his wife began to smooth the jelly into their
daughter's small slit and to poke some of it carefully up and through the
opening of the womb.



   "Now, me, Babe.  Ah'm getting' so fuckin' hot that Ah kin hardly hold
it. Ah need to git inside our baby's snug pussy.  Grease me on up!"



   The first lady smirked at her husband's ribaldry as she scooped up
another healthy fingerful of the gooey mixture.  She began to expertly
spread it all over her husband's erect cock.  Especially the sensitive
hooded tip.  That would be the deal-breaker, if she had anything to do
about it.  Bill would be more than ready by the time she finished prepping
him and his manrod.



   Chelsea lay there, legs sprawled apart, well greased by her mother for
her deflowering by her father.  A loving little family group as her parents
had foreseen and anticipated.



   Tonight her daddy and mommy had decided to include her in their action.
And, boy, was she every happy to be sharing their fun.  Plus, it felt so
damn good.  Her pussy was fairly throbbing from all of the attention.



   "Now!" bellowed the president.  "My cock is rock hard.  Loaded for bear
and Ah want that little pussy.  Let me at 'er."



   Hillary pulled back on her husband for a brief moment.  "Just remember
that she is tiny and you are huge!  Act accordingly, President Stud
Fucker."



   Clinton hardly appeared to hear her words, instead choosing to
concentrate on the hows and whys of inserting his big tool inside his
daughter.



   With a noisy roar, Clinton reared up and thrust himself at his
daughter's small opening.  "Open your legs wider, Darlin', help daddy get
himself into your pussy.  Toss them up on my shoulders so that Ah can git
inside more easily."



   Chelsea opened her legs again and was rewarded by the hard pressure feel
of her father thrusting himself awkwardly into her body.  Meanwhile, her
mother began to bite down onto her titties.  Each time Hillary bit into
Chelsea's nipple tip, the girl moaned softly.



   Clinton began to thrust his cock into the small, narrow opening inside
the girl's slit.  With his pile-driving thrust, he could feel her tightness
giving way to his strength.



   "Like that, Baby?  Like how it feels to have Daddy fucking into your
pussy?"



   She blushed and grinned at her father.  After all, it did feel really
good.  Toe-curlin' good.



   As his thrusts made headway, Chelsea cried out in pain.



   Good-bye cherry.  Hello experience.  Daddy's Baby forever.



   He geared up for one really hard thrust.  A thrust good enough to tear
that small, protective hyman covering.  Take his darling daughter's cherry.
The dream of every randy dad.



   Hillary moved quickly from her little daughter's titty peak, leaving a
trail of spittle as she switched her swollen lips to the child's mouth. 
With her all-enveloping kiss, she effectively silenced the cries by
swallowing them.



   As her husband thrust himself right through the child's barrier and deep
into her narrow womb, Hillary felt a surge of passion as though she were
fucking through Chelsea's cherry herself.  Thrusting her tongue deep into
the girl's mouth, the Clinton adults began a steady combined and total fuck
of their only child.



   Bill began a wild ride as he fucked himself all the way past the ragged
edges of her torn hyman and bottomed out inside her virginal womb.  Heady
stuff indeed.



   He groaned, "Oh, Baby Girl, Daddy feels so good inside your pussy.  Can
you feel my cock all the way inside?"



   Chelsea's reply was a low moan; half pain and half semi-arousal.  Her
parents were eliciting strange and wonderful physical reactions.  Her
body's responses to their lovemaking tantalized her unbearably.



   As her sexy dad thrust himself deeper and deeper inside her tight womb,
she began to feel a welcoming response.  Her mother's fucking tongue
exactly mirrored her father's fucking cock.



   Bill felt her small, immature cunt beginning to cling to his fuckstick.
Cling and release became the pattern.  Hillary was experiencing the same
response in their daughter's mouth.  She began to suck her mother's hot
tongue in the same pattern.



   Both parents began to fuck their child's orifices more diligently. 
Excited to finally initiate her into their world.  Especially on this first
night in The White House, with secret service agents just outside their
bedroom door.  It was a thrilling and exhilarating sensation for all three
of them.



   "Ah'm cummmmmmmmming!" bellowed the President of the United States. 
"Ah'm cumming in my baby's cunt." Chelsea felt a blush overcome her naked
body.  It was wrong to be fucked by her daddy and tongue fucked by her
mommy but it sure felt sexy.  And it felt so wonderful being in their big
bed with them instead of that creepy, old bedroom.



   Bill Clinton shot wad after wad deep inside his pre-teen daughter's
cunt. Glorying in the exaltation of doing so.  It was so forbidden to fuck
his little girl.  In The White House.  On their first night.  And as
President of the United States.  Much better than fucking that unresponsive
cunt of her mother.  Young, tight, and very hot.



   Chelsea's pussy constricted around her daddy's cock as he began his
ejaculations, forcing him to cum deep inside her.  Milking him of nearly
every drop.  She found herself involuntarily tensing as waves of her first
orgasm overtook her small, skinny body.



   "Oh, Dadddddddddddy!!  It feels so good!  I love it!  Fuck me some
more." She screamed.



   Hillary and Bill exchanged knowing glances.  It had worked.  They had
finally brought their darling daughter into their bedroom.  NOW, they would
really have some good times.  Just like their theme song, "Let The Good
Times Roll."



   Bill drained his milk glass and sighed, "THAT was the best night of all.
Darling Chelsea.  Such a sweet, delicious little cherry girl."



   He arose, placed his dishes into the sink and headed out the door.  The
two agents arose and followed silently as he padded back upstairs. 
However, the retiring president had one more surprise in store for them. 
Instead of heading toward the presidential bedroom, he paused at another
door.



   The two agents looked at each other as Clinton let himself into the
darkened room.  Each knew exactly what he was there to do but neither would
every share that information.  It was confidential.



   "Daddy?  Is that you...finally?" whispered a sweet girlish voice.



   The End of this narrative but certainly NOT the end of the story...

   Copyright (C) 2000, Curious Cat.  ALL Rights Reserved



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living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



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