Above her, mounting her like the vast stallion he had become, Archie took possession of Imogene's body and mind, heart and soul, and became one with her in the frenzied pursuit of ecstasy. His passion rose to a crescendo, and he stared at his cock, enthralled, as it vanished and reappeared, slick and shiny, dripping with the woman's juices. Shaking with the eager energy of his lust, he licked the spittle from his lips, and his thumbs dug into the crevice between her cheeks. He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing the wrinkled, brown opening of her anus, which winked an acknowledgement as each of his thrusts slammed home. Torrid images crackled in his dim brain as his eyes focused on that tiny, bobbing hole.
"Whooooeeee, mamma," he called out excitedly. "She looks just like one of them Florida butterfly ballots, and I'm punchin the ticket for the second hole down."
"That'd be Pat Buchanan, Junior," his mother replied, amused.
"Darn, I thought so," the boy huffed in disappointment, then, having pondered the matter for a second or two, he continued brightly, "Can I fuck her in the ass, then? I wanna vote for Bush, mamma."
"Well, I guess so, son. I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't. Can you?" She often encouraged him to think things through for himself.
"I dunno. She might be a Republican, you know. Maybe you don't want me fucking no Republican in the ass, since it'd probably mess her up some."
No kidding, Nancy observed wryly to herself, but she humored him and replied, "What makes you think she's a Republican, son?"
"`Cause, first thing ole Rufus done when he got to Hardwick was to put ketchup on the menu as a vegetable. He'd put two bottles on every table, and when they gave us hamburgers and fries, he'd report it to the Department of Education as a meat and three lunch, and they'd send more money on account of him being so generous and feedin' us so good. You told me that'as a Republican trick to get by with fudgin' on the school lunch program for poor kids, so I figured Rufus and the missus, here, was Republicans."
"Why Archie, you do amaze me sometimes with the way you figure things out," Nancy gushed in surprise.
"I'm right, then, aren't I?" he crowed proudly.
"You sure are," she answered. Her voice was tinged with pride for the boy and nostalgia for a time long past. "It was Ronnie, that did that, Archie; Ronald Reagan. He was the master ass fucker of all time, boy. Why, like you said, he even fucked millions of little kids outa a nutritious lunch by calling ketchup a vegetable, so he could cut corners on the school lunch program and help pay for the tax cut he gave your daddy and me. My God, when I think of all those no-a-count little shits that he fucked outta their lunch, and the heat he took for it, just to help out folks like us, I could hug his neck or, you know, give him a blowjob or somethin to show my appreciation, but I guess it's too late now, since he probably wouldn't remember what I was doin it for."
"You want me to fuck Ronald Reagan, then?" the boy cackled a little incredulously, because he hadn't entirely followed his mothers drift, but he dutifully began to scan Imogene's crack for another suitable hole to lodge a vote for the ex-president his mother revered so much.
"I don't think that'll be possible, son; you'll have to settle for Imogene today."
"But, if she's a Republican..." the boy answered in a worried tone.
"Hell, son, that don't matter. We're Republicans, too. I've told you a thousand times, Republicans assfuck any body, even each other, when they want to."
"You mean, I can fuck her in the ass, then, right now?" the boy squealed eagerly, and to test the waters so to speak, he plunged his thumb into Imogene's anus to the first knuckle.
"Iiiieeeee, that hurts," Imogene screamed loudly and writhed on the boy's thumb like a speared piglet.
"It doesn't much look like it, son. From the sounds of things, she's so tight back there, I am afraid you wouldn't much more than dimple her chad. You wouldn't want that, would you? Your ballot not punched clear through, and your vote thrown out and not counted."
"Naw, I guess not," Archie replied reluctantly, but just to be certain, he poked his thumb in to the next knuckle and produced another, louder, howl.
Imogene writhed in agony as the boy's stubby thumb probed the nearly dry sheath of her rectum. Her hands clawed the couch desperately, as she tried to crawl away from the awful double penetration, but her pussy clung to the boy's cock so tightly that she couldn't dislodge him. Like a spitted pig over a barbecue pit, she hung from his massive cock, arms and legs dangling helplessly toward the couch, while he toyed with her butthole and the fragile shell of her composure. She snatched up a pillow and sank her teeth into the tasseled fabric, shaking her head like a dog tearing meat off a bone to divert her mind from this unexpected and horrifying onslaught.
"Noooo, Archie, please, don't, you'll hurt me," she moaned into the pillow covering her face.
He laughed and for response wiggled his thumb deeper into her tight rectum, as though testing the depth of her conviction. Instantly, her pussy convulsed in an uncontrollable spasm that clutched his cock like a pair of hands climbing a rope and telegraphed her depraved desires as clearly as if she had begged him to shove his huge cock up her ass.
"Whooeee, mama," he bellowed when he felt her reaction to his probing. "This'un likes it in the ass."
To demonstrate his discovery for the cameras, the boy withdrew his thumb to the nail and, then, looking up toward the cameras with a grin, he squealed, "See!" and drove his thumb into the helpless girl's trembling hole till his palm was wedged in her crack.
