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FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 338
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Two
So it was with polite but very eager gracefulness that I let
Miriam take me by the hand and seat my hiney on the piled up cushions.
She kissed my nose, then pushed me so that I fell backward. When my
head plopped onto a cushion on the floor I found myself sprawled with
legs akimbo, my ass high, still perched on the top of the pile. I gazed
at myself. My belly was higher than my head and my hips were higher
still. Then, my legs open, my feet dropped down to the floor on the
other side. It was a most awkward position. I could feel my cuntlips
displaying themselves to all who cared to look. And many did, the men
with their hardons and the women with their twinkling, wicked eyes.
“She’s quite an eager beaver,” Sharon laughed. I smiled up at
her. I knew I would not be permitted to rise without taking at least
one of the many dongs around me in my cunny. I didn’t mind. I accepted
my fate. I wondered which it would be. The men eyed me, standing over
me, showing me their painted loins.
The pressure of the cushions against my fanny made it sting
even worse. I bit my lip and tried to ignore it. The cream helped; a
soothing glow began developing in my hind cheeks. Fortunately, just
before seating me on the pile, Miriam had spread out a silky-soft white
handkerchief to absorb the inevitable drips from the fucking I was to
receive. I felt the gloss of the cloth against my wounded bottom and
sighed gratefully. It was so strange, the luxury Miriam chose to mingle
here in her home with its many ordeals. I guessed my journey was just
beginning. The night would be a long one and I would be tested
thoroughly. The men certainly hoped I would be! They watched my soft
breasts as they rose and fell on my sighing chest. One of them began
masturbating himself, perhaps to enjoy raining his seed down on my face,
but Miriam batted his hand away.
“We must each pick rose petals from a bowl,” Miriam said aloud
to the crowd. As she spoke Sharon, taking my hands and drawing them
past my head, clipped handcuffs onto my wrists. “Take a petal and stand
here on the pussy-side of the hump. Then lean forward and drop the
petal and see if little Kelly can catch it in her mouth.” Miriam passed
around a wooden bowl with pink rose petals piled in it. Each guest took
several. She grinned at me. “I want you to be totally fair, dear, or
I’ll smack your precious bottom,” she told me. “When somebody drops a
petal, I want you to try to catch it between your lips. The one you
catch will fuck you. If it’s a woman, she’ll use her tongue. If it’s a
man, he’ll use his penis, of course.” Miriam looked at the assembled
company. “This is our last game. When someone succeeds, you may wait
for a turn or you may enjoy yourselves in an orgy.” She eyed the men.
“I want to congratulate you all for being so patient. Girls, don’t
hesitate if a man asks you. Get right down and let him fuck you. All
of us have been tested, there’s no reason to worry about diseases.”
Miriam looked at Jennifer. “You, my dear, will be our maid of honor at
our orgy,” she said.
Jennifer gulped. Her tears still ran quietly down her cheeks
from our Bacchic dance. She held her bottom like it was a beautiful
ornament, precious and gem-like. And I had no doubt that the men,
eyeing her as well as me, thought it more valuable than gold at the
moment. They encroached on her. Their penises bristled like torments
from a little girl’s worst nightmare. And at each penis was a helpful
woman, stoking the flame that flickered so boldly within that manly
stalk of flesh, begging it to show its stuff. Yet they used a little
expertise too, the women, watching their man to see if they might be
inspiring him too much. Sometimes their ensnarling little fingers drew
back, touched just feather-lightly, so as to allow the manlike tube in
their grip to preserve his strength a little longer. It was like
watching sausages being palped and palmed by elvin maidens. The women
complimented displayed organs, giving them little blowy kisses and
comparing notes on the men with each other, using glances of their eyes
and soft smiles. ‘Ooooh, best hold back. He looks about to spurt!’ one
girl might signal to another. Or, ‘How big he is! Are you sure you’ll
be able to stuff all THAT into your little twat?’ ‘Not my twat, dear,
he wants to put it up my butthole.’ ‘Oh my, how that will rend you.
You’ll be taking dictation standing up tomorrow at work.’
And so it went. Jennifer, humping her hips slightly forward
and back, desperate for love despite her purest intentions, watched as
two white-tailed waiters brought out a mattress.
“For you, Jennifer, that you may entertain whomever you please
on the floor, in the best comfort I can offer,” Miriam teased, knowing
Jennifer would be reluctant to permit herself such liberties, here in
front of everyone and with everybody, even the women, a potential
lover. As I watched the waiters plopped down the mattress near the
table with the punch bowl. Men would be able to rise for drinks and
then return to the makeshift bed with the greatest of ease, fucking and
drinking, men’s two greatest pleasures in life.
A waiter had a sheet under his arm and he unfurled it.
Gallantly he fitted the sheet to the mattress on the floor as Jennifer
watched with deeply anxious eyes. No pillows were needed. No teddy
bears, or P.J.’s, or prayers before bedtime. Just a big flat surface,
soft underneath, where Jennifer could be reamed into bliss.
“You will be the Queen of Sheba, I think, save that you’ll have
to keep your legs apart,” Miriam sighed. Her sentence ended in a
girlish giggle. She led poor wobbly-kneed Jennifer, her legs slim as a
schoolgirl’s, over to the waiting mat. Miriam placed a fingertip atop
each of Jennifer’s slim shoulders and applied just a hint of pressure.
Her knees buckling more than anything, Jennifer dropped onto
the mattress. The sheet was white. It would not show the residue of
the men’s actions too explicitly once their emissions had dried.
Jennifer leaned forward and palmed the mattress and then crawled across
it, babylike. Even I found myself admiring the cherubic jigglings of
her bottom as she kneed her way into the center of the mattress. The
bright lines from her whipping showed us all that she was more than
ready for fun, even if she herself denied it.
With the wincings of a newly-paddled child, Jennifer flipped
onto her seat and, gingerly, put her weight upon it. Then she looked up
at her captors with pleading eyes. Sitting, her hiney giving her a less
than comfortable pair of cheeks on which to bear down, Jennifer drew up
her knees and hugged them. The tops of her knees hid her bosoms but her
thighs, quite distinctly, given how slim her legs were, allowed her
pussy lips to show. Jennifer seemed not to notice the worse position
she’d put herself in by her attempt at modesty. She wrapped her arms
round her legs and put her chin on her knees.
“Can’t I just go home?” Jennifer asked. “I’ve had fun.
Really! It was most enjoyable and--”
“Shush, dear. I’m a female and you’re a female, but I’m older
and I know more,” Miriam cautioned. “I’ll let you go home when all has
been done as it should be. Look at these men! Do you think they’re
through having fun?”
Miriam let her question hang in the air. Jennifer surveyed the
toadstool forest around her and finally gave a little, compliant sigh.
“Noooo,” she admitted. Her voice was breathy, accepting in the
inevitability of her fate even as she tried, however meekly, to blow
away all those awful pricks that displayed themselves in her presence.
But she had the lungs of a little pig, waiting to be skewered, not of a
big bad wolf.
VIDEO REVIEW
by holy joe
Freshman Fantasies, (under $20.00). VHS Tape, Color, 60 minutes.
NightVision, 1290 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10019. (Sold at
SunCoast Video.)
Review: This is a great video! Sure, it’s a video by a
second-tier ‘soft porn’ video company but, with that in mind, I must say
that I enjoyed it quite a lot. Repeated viewings enhanced my enjoyment
of it.
Let me tell you my favorite scenes from this video, instead of
trying to detail every part of it, damning what was bad and praising
what was good.
There are many segments in this video. Each segment ‘profiles’
one or two girls. The first segment that I really liked was of two
girls waiting in a living room. They’re waiting for someone, perhaps a
boyfriend, and, since this is a ‘soft core’ porn video, he never
arrives. (I hate those words, by the way, “soft core,” and “porn.”
They seem like words made up by feminists, or the religious right, to
try to get videos like this banned. A better description might be,
‘wholesome (or wholesome-appearing) young girls who happen not to have
their clothes on, and are feeling a little sexy.’ Or maybe the
description ‘girlie video’ would be good. You know, GIRLS! Naked,
naughty, doing things their mothers told them not to... but that their
mothers themselves *must* have done, or these girls would never have
been born!)
Anyway, there are two girls, both of them with young, firm
bodies, and they are waiting for someone. They’re both a little shy
about being filmed. In one shot, a girl, lying on a couch as she’s
waiting, rolls over onto her belly. She blushes as she rolls over, and
laughs. A second girl, just out of view of the camera, is watching
her. How wonderful it is to watch this young, camera-shy girl, laughing
and blushing as she rolls onto her belly and shows the other girl her
bottom. She’s naked, at that moment, and she puts her hands down next
to her thighs. One wonders, is she toying with the idea of slipping her
hands under her and masturbating? She’s obviously excited, and feeling
a little guilty about something! You never get to see her masturbate,
but just the thought that she might be thinking about it, in an
innocent, guilt-ridden way, is enough to get me off!
Another great thing about the segment featuring the ‘waiting’
girls is the clothes they’re wearing. One girl, in particular, has on a
fantastic garment that I can only describe as ‘bedroom overalls.’
Despite a passing resemblance to farmer’s overalls, these are definitely
overalls tailored to the body of a girl, and they’re made to sleep in.
The girl wearing them looks delicious as she slips out of the overalls
and then, at the end of the scene, puts them back on again.
On to the next segment! This one features two girls at a
playground. They are both nude. The segment begins with them riding on
a see-saw. One girl gazes at the other’s bush as they ride the
see-saw. You can see she’s interested in looking at the other girl’s
bush, and yet embarrassed by the fact that she’s interested in seeing
it. What a great shot! You have to watch that in slow motion to pick
up the sense of it. You could easily think, ‘Oh well, two girls on a
see-saw. So what?’ But when you slow the tape down, and watch it
repeatedly, you can then understand the interest the blonde girl has in
looking at the brunette’s bush, and her shyness about it.
From the shyness of one girl gazing at another, we go to a
segment where two girls are more physical. There are two girls, just
undressed, who get into a shower. One’s dominant, one’s submissive.
They’re not fantastically attractive, but the submissive girl has a
great ass and it’s put to good use. What happens? Well, her girlfriend
takes hold of her, in the shower. She makes her turn around. She makes
her bend forward, and there is a lovely shot of her being forcibly bent
forward, and made to display her bottom to her friend. (Take note,
pornographers: This is not a crass showing of the bottom, as in, “Show
me your ass, you bitch.” No! No! It is, rather, a scene in which the
submissive girl is made to *present* her bottom to her partner. There’s
a big difference between a loving partner forcing a girl to show her
bottom (good), and the crass, “here’s her ass, guys!” showing of bottoms
that you see in all the porno movies (bad). One is a loving, if
forcible, showing of the bottom, as between a bride and a groom. The
other, frequently seen in porno movies, is just low-class vaudeville.)
Interestingly, even though both girls are in the shower, the
hair on their heads is still dry. This is an excellent touch. For, as
we see, the submissive is about to get her bottom wet, while the rest of
her remains dry.
The dominant girl pops open a bottle of liquid soap. She
squirts it on the submissive girl’s bottom and makes a great display of
washing that girl’s bottom. One is left to wonder if, in fact, the
submissive girl is having her bottom prepared for a whipping, or soothed
after being whipped. Then, after the bottom-washing, both girls kiss.
That’s a good scene, the shower scene. It unfolds at a slow,
sexy pace, and ends with both girls totally wet, smiling at each other
and embracing.
In another segment, a blonde is by herself, on a table. She is
absolutely, utterly perfect in every way, both in her face and her
body. She’s delightfully young. With naive hands she takes a
grapefruit and rubs it all over herself, concentrating (of course!) on
her bush and her nipples. I didn’t actually find the scene as exciting
as I’d hoped I would, despite repeated viewings. However, it is nice to
see how perfect she looks, and how innocently she plays with herself.
Perhaps, in the end, the scene didn’t work because, despite her obvious
innocence, she isn’t camera-shy. One fears she could have shoved a
bathroom plunger up her ass, and been totally oblivious to the fact that
she was doing it. But she is quite pretty, and deserves high marks for
her beauty, and her willingness to pose naked.
All in all, this video is worth buying, because the girls are,
at least in some cases, young and pretty, and sometimes they blush, and
sometimes the camera manages to catch them in ingenue poses.
DANCING ON THE HEAD OF A PIN
by Steve De France
I’m driving
down the 110 freeway
heading toward Long Beach
When this asshole
cuts me off.
I don’t really mind.
After all
I’ve been cut off
all afternoon.
In fact,
every kind of
low-life has tried
to run me off the road.
Why the fuck should I mind?
William Blake wanted to know
how many angels
could fit
on the
head of a pin.
Or was it dance?
I don’t remember.
What I want to know
is how many
assholes
can stand
on the exact same spot
before
the world
tips
over?
I believe it
is 70 trillion
and
one.
The end is near.
AND IN THE END...
CLINTON’S LEGACY
“Bill Clinton is a master at playing to people’s fear.”
- Time, January 5, 1998, pg. 92.
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