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                   Sarah Palin's Cub Scout Den Meeting

                          by Vivian Darkbloom



   "What?!" screeched Sarah into the phone. "How can they say that?
   What do those silly activists know about birth defects, anyway?
   Who are they to tell you where you can put your toxic wastes? All
   they do is eat beans and fart all day. It's a violation of
   property rights, pure and simple. Why, after I let Chevron dump
   all their toxic wastes into the Cook Inlet, now look how
   wonderfully business has been thriving! Those wastes, think of
   them as fertilizer!"

   "Pardon me, Mrs. Palin." It was Millie the French Maid. "Your
   guests have arrived."

   "Sorry, gotta go. Drill, baby drill! Oh right, well. Never mind
   those gulf coast whiners."

   She slammed the phone into the receiver, and turned to meet her
   guests. They were already standing in her private den, in a neat
   line. Everyone else was gone, so it was just her and her cub
   scouts, and the maid, who was very discreet.

   "Thank you, Millie. That will be all for now." Then, "My, my!"
   she exclaimed, walking up and down the line of dark blue clad
   boys, all nine to ten years old. "How I do love a `man' in
   uniform, so to speak! I welcome you to the special initiation
   into the tea party. I have initiated over a hundred dens of cub
   scouts so far, and I can't tell you how excited I am you'll be
   joining me today!"

   They all stared at her, silently and submissively, all looking a
   bit frightened. "Now don't be scared," she told them. "I may seem
   like a stuck-up superficial selfish twit with too much makeup on,
   but really, you'll see, I can be a warm and loving person. You'll
   find the warmth just pours out of me. Let's see, first I'll have
   you all stand to attention."

   They all complied, and those who were slouching stood up
   straight. "That's very nice. Let me inspect the line here. Ah
   yes, what was your name, little sir?" she asked the one on the
   end.

   "Johnny," he replied.

   "Little Johnny. How lovely! I see that you are standing to
   attention, but how about your little soldier? Wouldn't you like a
   little wooden soldier instead?" and she cut loose with an
   irritating little cackle.

   "Um, certainly, ma'am." replied little Johnny, not quite knowing
   what to make of it.

   "Why then, let me help out." She reached out to gently fondle the
   little lump inside little Johnny's crotch. The lump grew, as did
   little Johnny's eyes.

   "Wow, Mrs. Palin. That's just super."

   With practiced pushing and prodding, Sarah soon had the little
   soldier standing in line, fully at attention. Johnny's face was
   flush with a shy smile.

   Sarah moved down the line to the next. "And what is your name?"
   she asked.

   "Fred."

   "Little Freddy! Why, I see your little soldier is already
   standing at attention. Very good!" She reached down and fondled
   the little soldier, just to make sure it was wooden. She checked
   very thoroughly.

   "Thank you, Mrs. Palin."

   "How I do love a soldier in uniform. Unless they do something
   stupid like go get PTSD or anything that makes them not cute
   anymore."

   And so she proceeded down the line, asking the name of each, and
   making sure that each one had a full erection. Until she reached
   one very shy looking blonde boy, the second from the last.

   "And what might your name be."

   "Robert."

   "Oh, little Robbie. Your soldier doesn't seem to be standing up
   today."

   Robert was very shy.

   "Let's see if we can give him some help. You know, I'm a mommy,
   too, when I'm not being Governor or pretending I'm a feminist.
   Sometimes mommy can kiss things and make them better. Would you
   like that, little Robbie?"

   He hesitated, then nodded eagerly.

   "You'd like me to kiss your little soldier and make him better?"

   He nodded again.

   "Well then," she pulled down his zipper and deftly undid his
   belt, with the expertise of experience. Soon she had engulfed his
   tiny shaft in her mouth, testicles and all. His face brightened,
   and he emitted a tiny high-pitched moan. She let him go so she
   could speak. "Sometimes he needs some help from behind," she
   explained, then plunged his wet member back into her oral
   orifice, sinking her finger into his tiny anus. His eyes widened
   as she found the prostate. After about a minute, he came in her
   mouth, sending little drops of sweetness squirting onto her
   tongue like candy.

   "Did you like that, little Robbie?" she said, swallowing.

   He nodded, speechlessly.

   "Ok, then. Moving right along," Sarah stood up, towering over her
   docile minions. "Have you boys all studied your knots?"

   They all gave puzzled looks.

   She laughed. "That's alright. I'll have to have a little chat
   with your den mother. I'll tie her up in knots!" she squeaked out
   a kinky giggle. "Well, today I'm your den mother. So how about
   buttons, do any of you little men know how to unfasten buttons?"
   They all nodded. "How about zippers?" They all nodded again. "So
   let's play a little game. Let's see how fast you can take off all
   my clothes!"

   In a flash, they surrounded her, and had pulled her down to the
   ground.

   "Easy, now!" she exclaimed, laughing. But it was too late. The
   boys had smelled blood, and now they set about ripping off every
   shred of garment. Boys can be like that.

   Soon she lay naked before them, as they encircled her on the
   floor, still in their uniforms. Some had their hands down their
   pants, others just stared at her vast amounts of pale flesh. The
   more bold ones were caressing, entranced by the sensation of her
   skin on their palms and fingers.

   One of the cub scouts was staring at something he had discovered.

   "Ah, little Teddy here has discovered my pet beaver, the one that
   I keep between my legs." She spread them wider for him. "You want
   to pet her?" He did. "Gently now, stroking. There, that's just
   lovely, isn't it? You too. Come over, I can see you looking.
   There we go. Nice beaver. . ." and then, for a minute she
   couldn't say anything.

   Nine-year-old Johnny had his hand down his pants. "I've got
   Goldman Sacks!" he exclaimed.

   She recovered her voice in a whisper. "You like gold, little
   Johnny?"

   He nodded, grinning, one hand down his pants and the other gently
   caressing up and down the delicate crevice between her thighs,
   sending tingles up her spine.

   "I've got an idea, Johnny. Did you ever play pretend?"

   He nodded vigorously once more.

   "Good. Let's pretend you're a corporate CEO. Lie down on your
   back, get in the mood to pretend. Yes, that's it, you can pet her
   later. Just relax. Oh, I see your little zipper is undone."

   "It got stuck, Mrs. P."

   "That's alright. It will save time." She got down on her hands
   and knees, over him, her breasts dangling almost to touching his
   neatly pressed navy blue shirt. "So let's say you're a nice
   wealthy CEO, and the nasty Securities and Exchange Commission and
   the United Nations want to take away your nice company for some
   silly reason, say, that thousands of poor people lost their
   retirement accounts. Say you're Alan Keating, a nice Christian
   man like me."

   "You mean, you're a man?" asked little Larry.

   "No, silly!" she laughed. I'm a Christian. A good charitable
   Christian soul, but I get sooo tired of the way the poor whine so
   much. As if we didn't live in the greatest Christian country in
   the world. So let's say you're one of those unfortunate people
   who got all singled out for persecution by the liberals, say
   Kenny Lay. Poor, innocent martyr. You know, Jesus was persecuted
   by liberals too? You need a bailout, and that means gold. Do you
   like gold, Johnny?"

   All the other boys circled around, watching intently, or playing
   with themselves, or each other. Some were still curiously
   caressing the naked woman in the middle of them.

   "Yes, Mrs. P. I love gold." He was staring intently at her
   breasts and nipples. He kept trying to sneak another look at her
   vagina, but her breasts hung in the way.

   "Oh, what a nice little boy you are. So let's say I'm the U.S.
   Government, and I tell you that you could have all of the gold
   you like, just by turning the bailout spigots."

   "The spigots?"

   "You know, water faucets."

   "I don't see any of those, Mrs P," said Johnny, puzzled.

   Sarah smiled at him, and winked slyly. "Make believe," she said,
   nudging her breasts closer to his face. "Just touch one of them."

   "Oh, those?" he reached out and gently twisted one of her
   nipples.

   "Oh my God. That's just wonderful, little Johnny. You turned on
   the spigot. Now here we go, Golden Shower! Yay!"

   Little Johnny's face illuminated as he felt the warm liquid on
   his exposed organ. "My uniform! It's getting all wet," he said.

   "Don't worry," she whispered. "We can wash it. God, I love that
   feeling." The acrid fluid gushed and spread in a puddle across
   the floor. She flexed up to spray all over his chest and face.
   "Oh, God," she said. "I had a whole pot of tea just so I could do
   this. Oh God! If I close my eyes I can pretend you're one of
   those dirty old homeless people I'd love to just piss on!"

   "Wow, Mrs. P, my wee-wee is getting all long and stiff!"
   exclaimed Johnny, his face covered with yellow liquid.

   "Hey -- they don't call me Mrs P. for nothing!" she shouted.

   A soft voice in the back piped up: "What if someone is homeless
   because the economy is so fouled up on account of the money being
   wasted on the war?"

   Sarah's face hardened. "Rex!" she barked. "It's a socialist! Kill
   him!"

   A pit-bull leapt out from the shadows and clamped its jaws around
   the neck of the young boy who had just spoken.

   "Gkkk!" the poor young lad made choking sounds as the attack
   animal dragged him off.

   "What will you tell his mother?" asked little Larry.

   "We'll just say he fell out of the helicopter when we were
   shooting helpless animals from it. Now. A moment of silence," she
   said solemnly, sitting naked on the floor beside Johnny, who was
   still lying there, in his sopping uniform. "Let us pray. Repeat
   after me: I have accepted Jesus into my heart."

   They repeated in unison "I have accepted Jesus into my heart."

   "So I know that all my sins. . ."

   ". . .all my sins. . ."

   "Have been forgiven."

   ". . .forgiven."

   "Amen."

   "Amen."

   And she bowed her head for a minute, hands clasped together in
   prayer.

   After another solemn pause, she lifted up her face, gleefully
   grinning. And exclaimed: "Alright then. Let's have us an orgy!"

   Followed by cheering such as can only be heard from a roomful of
   horny nine- and ten-year old boys knowing they're about to have
   sex. "My wee-wee is all stiff!" repeated little Johnny.

   "Well then. It's time to put it in the wee-wee softener. But you
   had better get out of those ucky pants, first." She helped him
   off with his piss-drenched uniform, and soon he lay naked and
   tiny beneath her bare brazen sexiness.

   "It won't hurt, will it?"

   Sarah laughed. "No, Johnny. It's going to feel so good you won't
   know what hit you. Where are you now?" she groped around for his
   penis. "Oh, there you are. That's a nice upright soldier. Ok, get
   ready for the wee-wee softener!"

   She settled down gently, until the tip of his tiny organ
   penetrated her moist, dripping chamber.

   "Oh my God!" said little Johnny. "Wow, Mrs. P!"

   She descended until he was fully inside her. "Oh, yes!" she
   squealed.

   Then she felt Dicky's tiny cock penetrate her anus. "Drill,
   Dicky! Drill it into me. That's right. Drill, baby, drill!"

   Little Nicky was standing in front of them, so Sarah reached over
   and grabbed his tiny hot dog, pulling him over to her mouth. He
   was panting and puffing, and it looked like he had been playing
   with it rather seriously.

   The bliss she felt with little Dicky's 9-year old stiff little
   penis writhing in her asshole, and little Johhny's in her cunt,
   exploded in a burst of orgasm as Nicky's 10-year-old cock spurted
   cum into her mouth.

   "Mrs. Palin, you are getting me all wet," said little Johnny,
   beneath her.

   "Oh my God," she shrieked. "This is even more fun than firing 30
   millimeter shells at baby harp seals from a helicopter!!"

   Neddy and Teddy appeared on either side and began suckling her
   nipples. Little 9-year olds Roddy and Toddy were jerking off in
   her face. She took turns sucking on either one of them, until
   Roddy looked like he was about to ejaculate.

   "Spray the glasses! Aim for the glasses!" and streams of white
   fluid spurted forth, all over Sarah's nose and spectacles. Toddy
   followed soon after, covering the lenses even more in thick,
   white secretion.

   "I just love having little boy cum all over my glasses!" Laughed
   Sarah Palin wildly. She felt more warm juice spurting over her
   left buttock.

   And the orgy continued in this manner for several hours. . .
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   After everyone had experienced several (and some, many) orgasms,
   and the group lay in an exhausted moist sweaty heap on the floor.

   Little Tommy raised his hand. "Mrs. Palin, don't you think maybe
   we were, um, not supposed to do all this fun stuff?"

   "Good question, little Tommy," replied Sarah. "Today, I hope we
   all learned a valuable lesson. Can anyone tell me what it is?"

   Little Bobby raised his hand. "The lesson for today was that it's
   not about doing what's right, but about shameless cynical
   exploitation of the innocent for the sake of gaining power and
   personal gratification!"

   "Very good, Bobby! I'm glad to see that someone read the Tea
   Party pamphlet. Bobby will make an excellent Republican
   politician someday. All he has to do is complain about the
   government so he can get elected and mess it up even more. Well
   then, boys, let's all go have some Lipton's while Millie the
   French maid cleans up the little mess we made here. I wouldn't
   want any of you gaining any sense of personal responsibility."

   And with that, she led her cub scouts into the other room where
   they enjoyed a very pleasant tea party.

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