The following is a work of fiction-although certain characters are named after real people and their occupational careers may follow the same line, the actions contained herein are fictional (as far as I know they are). They are not intended to defame, degrade or even to elevate a person in any way. They are thoughts formed in my own mind and should be known as such.


Mike Huckabee leaned closer to the microphone and grasped it in his hot sweaty hand. As he took hold he realized it wasn't a microphone after all but actually the throbbing hot cock of former Presidential candidate Bill Richardson. He came out of his foggy haze, his head aching in the morning after pains from a night of too much celebration and revelry after having had several Super Tuesday victories-and yes, too much champagne. It went against his strict Baptist upbringing to drink the devils liquid, but who could resist, especially when offered so freely and in congratulatory form-even from a man of the enemy party, whose short fat uncut penis was currently in his grip. Huckabee leaned forward and allowed it to enter into his mouth as he reflected on what had brought him this far.

Michael Dale Huckabee had grown up in Hope Arkansas the same town which Bill Clinton and his mom had left early on. Even in those days people spoke of Clinton (formerly Blythe) and what his future would be. Mike for his part took to self-gratification first with food and then with masturbation until at the age of 19 he finally got up the nerve to visit Madame Sheila's place. She was the proprietress of the local house of ill repute. A whore house as it were.

Mike took his, by that time 260 pound body up the creaking sagging wooden steps. His palms sweating as he felt the banister move along. 10 minutes later he had shot his load into a reservoir tip condom before even making full penetration of 18 year old Camille who was Madame Sheila's latest inductee. Madame Sheila came in and took control, getting Mike hard again - reinflated as she called it and then exiting, but not before instructing the two young virgins to have a good time and learn as much as they could. Yes, it was true, Camille was also a first timer. Sheila insisted on that for her starters and always tried to match them up with a male counterpart so neither would feel the other had so much experience as to feel inferior to them. Madame Sheila hadn't put much mind to the fact that Mike's condom had a noticeable tear-she figured he would notice it himself and put on a new one. She was wrong.

After a few moments of playing around with Camille's moistening pussy, Mike felt he was ready and started to position himself. Soon he was at her tight unused slit and with a hard impetuous thrust he slammed the full 9 inches into her-well as much as he could. Between his stomach, his cock size and their combined inexperience, he in reality only got a little more than 5 inches into her. She roared in pain as he roared back in what he was finding to be an exquisite pleasure. Ignoring her cries he mashed his 9x7 inside her, about the size of a liter bottle of Poland Spring water in both length and circumference. Pulling back until only the tip of his uncut cock remained inside her and then thrusting back in the 19 year old wanted to scream for not having allowed himself this enjoyment sooner. Then again, it went against his strict Baptist beliefs and even though he was on his way to becoming a minister of the church, he felt this wouldn't be a violation of his chosen path. After all, he might someday have to relate to a worried parishioner about sexual intimacy problems.

In their eagerness to get started he hadn't notice that the condom had torn at the end, so now his bare skin was commencing to be bathed in the juices of her pussy. Juices which flowed even though she was terrified just as the feeling had begun to intoxicate her. The binding ring of the condom was painful but he knew it was only proper-although he also knew in his heart of hearts that using a device to abort a baby not yet created was indeed a mortal sin. His own daddy, Dorsey had told him that when he had mewled about other boys from Hope High being able to do things with girls on Friday and Saturday nights at the drive-in theater-and elsewhere. His father had held firm and then on numerous occasions, shown him the back of his hand as a reminder of the sin of premarital sin.

It wasn't long-as near as could be told from the police raid report-it would have been less than an hour from his first setting foot in the room, that he began his protracted orgasm. A dribble of a start and then a huge volley of cum shot deep inside Camille and as he continued pulsating the volume of gooey fluid began to leak out of the tight tunnel. As he finished his body-all of it-collapsed on tiny little Camille. Her scream coinciding with the raid the police had just launched caused them to bust in the door to the small room and there they found him as he alit from her and got up and on his feet. As the door opened he turned and saw the faces and guns drawn of 5 of Hope Arkansas's best policemen-including Mike's Uncle Clem.


"Oh for god's sake Mikey. Have some decency-if you wanted a lay why didn't you tell me?" Clem Huckabee was a 42 year old former county clerk who had never even finished the 8th grade but somehow managed to become assistant police chief for the county. Except for a few men in the county nobody knew why. He threw Mike's clothes at him and told him to get dressed, even as he eyed the young man with a newfound respect.

The next day, the banner headlines of the paper and papers all the way through the state blared the message that the assistant police chief's nephew had been arrested in a prostitution bust. The Democrat-Gazette, the State's biggest paper even pushed then Governor Dale Bumper's new initiative for education reform off the front page in favor of this juicy item.
Some zealous reporter from the local rag with a high powered zoom lens on his camera, had been trailing the police and got some revealing photos including a few of young Huckabee and the binding ring of the condom still attached, while the rest had obviously been torn up. The papers were decent in those days and kept the visuals only from the waist up-but locally everyone knew and heard and for a few extra dollars the photographer sold the photos locally to many people including Smiley Whitaker the minister from Antioch Baptist Church. Smiley took one look and knew- that was his kid. Or he would be soon enough.

A week later Smiley Whitaker and Dorsey Huckabee took young Mike into a room and explained that he was an adult now and a full fledged man due to his mournful and woeful indiscretion.'And unforgivably sinful' added Whitaker. Two things would happen immediately-the following weekend he would be wed and secondly he would be inducted into the Men of Hope Club. Mike sat there with a confused look, sort of like the look that would pass over the face of Jan Brady on Mike's favorite television show of the time.
"I told you he wouldn't git it" Dorsey said.

"Now Dors. Let's just take it slow. He's still suffering from his deplorable actions. He has to be straightened out and it must be done now." Whitaker stood up and reached his hand towards Mike. "Come with me, thou unabsolved sinner. I will take you to the place where your sins will be relieved."

Thinking he was about to be Baptized again in the local river, Mike beamed a broad smile, and his tongue crossed past his teeth and lay at the opening of his lips.

Whitaker looked over at the elder Huckabee and rolled his eyes. "Just what the heck are they learnin' thes kids these days?"

Dorsey Huckabee shrugged an indifferent shrug and motioned for his son to get going. He smiled as his son left the room, knowing that things were about to change...