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ÒHey little girl is your daddy home?
Or did he go away and leave you all alone?Ó
- Bruce Springsteen, IÕm on Fire
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: WomynÕs Favorite Quotes
Issue No. 365
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter One
The sense of moral abandonment created an urgency of its own. Like
Kate, each had visited a doctor last week, who did a quick exam and a
blood test. In KateÕs case, her lover had told her simply that it was
needed in case they married. But the others, more knowing, surely, had
gone for the express purpose of qualifying to be here tonight. Now, with
everyone stripped-bare and with their genitals free for the taking, a sense
of wonderment was replaced by crass lust. Females quit playing with
males and openly yanked on their dicks, seeing if they could make the men
shoot on the rug. Bosoms, kissed lightly before by females loving females,
were bitten now, boldly, leaving red hickeys behind. Bottoms were
slapped and kisses became prolonged. On the chair, the brunette, trapped
by her two female lovers, found herself being licked to death by the
woman lying beneath her. Her other lover, meanwhile, pulled her finger
out of the brunetteÕs ass so that the mustard-toting man could squirt his
squeeze bottle up where the brunette needed least to feel hot stinging
mustard.
Kate too was a prisoner. Maria, growing impatient, lifted her
breasts from beneath with her stiff slim riding crop. Kate felt the bulging
cones of her breasts squeezed upward by the crop. Their weight was heavy
and full and they fell bulgingly down on either side of the skinny crop.
ÒGod, such lovely breasts!Ó Maria proclaimed. She struck them from
beneath with her crop and Kate broke into tears at the sting. MariaÕs
breath was hot. She twisted her hips uncontrollably. She hit KateÕs thighs
again, leaving a red mark there.
There was no rhyme or reason anymore. The guests broke into pairs
and fell onto the floor or onto one of two waiting couches. Maria did not
stop them. TheyÕd obeyed her by playing with each other first, only
coupling when their need finally overwhelmed them. The men took
command now. The brunette on the chair found herself with a man
kneeling behind her. He shoved her forward over the chair back and
introduced his penis into her butthole. On the couches, girls were yanked
into open-legged positions and their men, perhaps just the last man to
kiss them, mounted them and fucked them like stallions. Girls quit
teasing each other and fell to consoling each other as men fucked them.
Cries rose up from the guests as their bodies responded. Kate, watching
all, with Maria incensed by her own lust, suffered more blows on her
tummy and thighs. Behind her the woman, so entranced with her asshole,
fetched a cucumber from the table and began jamming it up her ass. Kate
screamed. The cucumber was big and fat but its end was small enough to
let it be poked quite deeply into KateÕs sphincter. It felt like a big
dirigible going up her ass, and Kate wanted no part of it.
ÒNo! Let me!Ó Maria said to the woman. ÒI canÕt stand to watch
anymore. Bend her over and hold her for me.Ó Maria, once a calm island of
reserve, got enthusiastically behind Kate and, with the anonymous
womanÕs help, bent Kate double. Kate found herself staring at her toes and
offering her ass like a bitch in heat. Her bosoms hung in wobbly offering
beneath her. Already stuffed with the end of the cucumber, Kate felt like
the human base for an Iranian flag. Gaspingly showed off her violation,
wriggling her bottom, attempting to expel the cucumber but finding it too
deep already to get out. Her tears welled in her cheeks and dropped in big
wet drops to the carpet. She cried openly. She prayed for relief.
Maria, meanwhile, was waggling her hips just as much as Kate, but
for an entirely different reason. She was eager to fuck Kate with her cunt.
She got some vaseline from a drawer, the same drawer that had held the
riding crop, and she applied it with her fingers to the cucumber. She
laughed at KateÕs fearful mewings as she smeared on the goo.
ÒYouÕll be my first fuck of the night! And how uniquely weÕll do it,Ó
Maria told Kate. ÒGet ready to have something very large shoved up your
ass. YouÕll wish you had LisaÕs finger back, once I start in on you.Ó
Well, Kate consoled herself, she knew the name now of the woman
whoÕd got the end of the cucumber up her. She felt it withdrawn, almost
to the tip, so that it could be thoroughly greased. The tip was left inside,
moistened by KateÕs own excited bottom juices, so that Maria wouldnÕt
have to get it past her sphincter again.
ÒNow, here goes!Ó Maria said when she had prepared the cucumber.
She shoved her hips forward and bent her knees. She introduced the back
end of the cucumber into her own cunt. ÒYes! ItÕs so huge!Ó Maria
exclaimed. She shoved more of it up her twat and then, finding a happy
medium where she was stuffed full but KateÕs gasping ass still resisted
so tightly, barely violated at all, she began to shove the part of the
cucumber that stuck penis-like out of her cunt right up KateÕs ass!
Kate bucked and lurched and tried to get away. But, bent double,
with Lisa holding her down very firmly and pinching her neck and her ears
to make her stay, Kate found herself trapped. She held her legs stiffly and
tight and straight and tried to clip them together. But Maria slapped her
bottom and yanked her thighs open. She was just like a man, Maria, lusty
and hard and pressing in with each opportunity. Kate had never permitted
herself to be taken in behind before. The feeling was awful! The cucumber
was big and Maria told her it had been organically grown. It made no
difference to Kate, but Maria whispered with passionate cries that
organically grown cucumbers were much harder than store bought ones,
because they were plucked from the field and could be got into the house
the same day, instead of being trucked and transported and permitted to
age.
Kate balked at the hugeness of the cucumber that was being driven
into her. Maria would draw back when she met resistance and then lunge
forward, shoving the cucumber farther up Kate. The lunges were small at
first, almost encouraging, rather than demanding, but as MariaÕs passion
grew (for she was quite stuffed herself) she became more insensate to
KateÕs needs and more possessed with her own. Maria played with her
clitty. She lifted and kissed her own breasts. They were big breasts, and
she could draw her nipples right up to her mouth and nurse herself on
them.
Kate, meanwhile, proving obedient in her posture, found Lisa
gathering her breasts. The young woman lifted them and Kate wished to
stand when she did so but she found her bottom slapped by Maria when she
tried. Lisa cupped KateÕs teats and brushed her fingertips over them. Then
she pinched them, making Kate howl. Lisa fell to her knees as Maria
worked her cucumber up KateÕs ass and this young woman, with breasts of
her own, began suckling on KateÕs breasts as if they were cow udders, and
she a young hungry calf.
Kate swooned. She could not help herself. The cucumber was the
biggest thing sheÕd ever imagined. Lisa, meanwhile, seemed the finest
baby, suckling Kate like sheÕd never thought possible. A finger (whose
Kate was too deep into passion to know) found KateÕs button. It massaged
her and brought her to orgasm. Meanwhile, the implacable cucumber
continued to rend its way into her guts. Her breasts were tugged on and
bitten and sucked hard. Kate felt Maria, who now had the cucumber deep
into her, holding her legs, and she was grateful for else sheÕd have fallen
flat on the carpet.
In and out the cucumber went, deep and demanding. Kate felt Lisa
hungrily consuming the tips of her breasts. A finger probed within KateÕs
cunt and found it very moist. It jabbed within her lustily, and it had a
sharp nail, letting Kate guess that it either belonged to Maria or Lisa. For
a time, it seemed, two separate fingers were inside KateÕs cunt, belonging
to two different people, and Kate seemed to float in a punished,
passionate land, where only her nipples and her bottom mattered, and her
teeny clit, and her violated cunt. The gag kept her quiet. Her sobs went
unnoticed or even unheard. Above her Kate heard soft sighs and
somewhere, above that, cries from above as her boyfriend continued to
slowly punish another manÕs wife.
All was wetness and crying and little spending shiverings as Kate
was thrown into a choppy sea of bliss. There was pain here, but it merged
with the fullness of the pleasure. She lost herself somewhere, adrift in
the sea, and when later she felt herself peeing she did not even waken to
see who it was who shouted beneath her at the impromptu shower. The
voice sounded female, and Kate laughed. Let her suffer. Let Kate suffer.
Let them all suffer together, if there was some pleasure in it.
And the pleasure opened within Kate like a flower, and eventually,
despite the biting mouth at her nipples and the hugely burrowing cucumber
up her ass, Kate was consumed by the flower and relished it.
Kate found herself lying on the carpet. It was a soft, peach-colored
carpet, and it smelled new, although now she could sense other scents
mingled into it, of bodily juices newly released. Kate fluttered her
eyelashes open and found she could speak. She moved her jaw and there
was no gag there anymore, just a longing thirst.
Kate sat up. She found her hands were free and she relished her
ability to move them. She brought her wrists round in front of her and she
rubbed them. As she did, she gasped, for her tummy hurt and it had bright
red lines across it, not actual welts, but deep lines that cut into her and
made her aware of her tummy, and all it contained. Her womb especially,
which seemed hungry and yet somehow full, at least for the moment.
Kate felt her thighs burning and reached down and, thinking to touch
them, touched her pussy instead. It had been finger fucked and she played
with herself a little, pleasing herself in a way that had not yet been done,
or, if done, finished.
ÒAh, how sweet she looks, and she still wants it,Ó a soft female
voice remarked.
Kate, still rubbing herself, but slowing a little, lest she embarrass
herself, looked up. She found herself looking into the eyes of someone
whom, after a moment, she realized was named Maria. And she
remembered MariaÕs cucumber. Kate arched her back and lifted her bottom
a little bit off the floor and reached back to feel her hiney. It felt like a
huge hole had been driven into it. Yet now it was freed of whatever had
fucked it and Kate, sighing a little, felt her ass close tentatively up again,
and she was glad that she hadnÕt been injured.
Kate ignored Maria and looked around the room. Everywhere she saw
men and women hastily getting dressed again. They seemed to have little
interest in each other now. In fact, their loins spent or their senses
depleted, they seemed eager to depart from one another to save some
shred of their modesty. Lovers returned to the lovers whoÕd brought them
and they made the best of their ruined clothing, smoothing it out and
bringing water from the kitchen to get the stains out. Women whoÕd once
had lovely hairdos and perfect makeup now looked as if theyÕd been in a
wrestling match. Their bodies, too, looked exhausted, still sleekly
beautiful but tired from too much partying. Kate watched them, and as she
did she put her hand to her cunny again and lightly rubbed it. The men
were beautiful in or out of their clothing. Kate sat on the rug admiring
them, wincing when she tensed her bottom but otherwise quite completely
happy, with Maria standing guard-like over her, letting her know she, at
least, was not about to dress back up and depart.
The guests left. Maria, who might have shown them to the door,
stood watching Kate instead, watching her as she watched them leave.
When all of them were gone, all except Lisa, who walked each of the
guests to the door and bid them goodbye, Maria took KateÕs arm and made
her stand up.
Maria was dressed in her sparkling evening gown again, but her hair
was wrecked. Lisa, after seeing the guests to the door, had slipped back
into jeans and a matching jacket. KateÕs lover, dressed back in his suit,
which looked immaculate, for he skipped the orgy, came downstairs. He
gazed with passionate eyes at Kate as he adjusted his tie.
ÒYou have had a pleasant practise with the whip?Ó Maria asked
KateÕs lover.
ÒYes. She is upstairs recuperating. She did not want to go home
with her husband,Ó Mark said.
ÒPerhaps she will call him later,Ó Maria replied. Standing among
them, only Kate was nude. She shivered as Maria held her arm, captive-
like. She felt like a stolen Indian princess being presented by Maria to a
white lover.
ÒI am going to bathe and feed you now, little Kate,Ó Maria, who was a
foot taller than the girl, told her. ÒAnd then we will take you out back to
the barn. You must still have your hiney whipped, and that will be as good
as anyplace, I suppose, out in the hay with the animals all watching your
training. Perhaps it will make them better behaved. Come, darling, letÕs
soap up that white ass of yours and sponge away those naughty hickeys
Lisa bit into your breasts. What an opening night youÕve had--and you still
have at least six more to go!Ó
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ÒFUCK DECENCY!
ÒDear Editors: IÕve been saying your title for years,Ó writes John
Alan Douglas.
Lisette Reads ÔAdaÕ
- for lisette bolduc -
by John Alan Douglas
I can picture you still:
reading that sensual Nabokov novel
with all your heart and soul
from beginning to end
from curl to curl
from tip to toe
from laugh to groan
from smile to titter
from languorous yawn
to bed with this
appreciative poet.
Those were our sensual
richly Nabokovian
trembly ÔAdanÕ
years.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
ÒDear Fuck Decency, IÕm worried about keeping my children sexually
safe. With children having sex even on the Titanic, what am I to do?Ó
writes Worried in Wyoming.
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ÒSubject: Another good book worth a lookÓ
[Name withheld writes:] ÒWhat with all the fuss about Sturges, and
David Hamilton, have you checked out <Immediate Family> by Sally Mann,
published by Aperture in 1992.
ISBN: 0-89381-518-7 hard cover
ISBN: 0-89381-523-3 soft cover
ÒIt is much more graphic than Sturges' work. It was printed and
bound in Italy and was sponsored by Maplethorpe.Ó
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AND IN THE END...
ÒThe kids on tricycles all looked perfect, and perfectly
desirable.Ó
- Terry Bisson, Pirates of the Universe, pg. 182.
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