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“Hey little girl is your daddy home?
Or did he go away and leave you all alone?”
- Bruce Springsteen, I’m on Fire
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Womyn’s Favorite Quotes
Issue No. 365
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s 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 Kate’s 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 brunette’s 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.
“God, such lovely breasts!” Maria proclaimed. She struck them
from beneath with her crop and Kate broke into tears at the sting.
Maria’s breath was hot. She twisted her hips uncontrollably. She hit
Kate’s 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. They’d 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 Kate’s sphincter. It felt
like a big dirigible going up her ass, and Kate wanted no part of it.
“No! Let me!” Maria said to the woman. “I can’t stand to
watch anymore. Bend her over and hold her for me.” Maria, once a calm
island of reserve, got enthusiastically behind Kate and, with the
anonymous woman’s 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 Kate’s fearful mewings as she smeared on the
goo.
“You’ll be my first fuck of the night! And how uniquely we’ll
do it,” Maria told Kate. “Get ready to have something very large shoved
up your ass. You’ll wish you had Lisa’s finger back, once I start in on
you.”
Well, Kate consoled herself, she knew the name now of the woman
who’d 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 Kate’s own excited bottom juices, so that Maria
wouldn’t have to get it past her sphincter again.
“Now, here goes!” 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. “Yes! It’s
so huge!” Maria exclaimed. She shoved more of it up her twat and then,
finding a happy medium where she was stuffed full but Kate’s 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
Kate’s 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
Maria’s passion grew (for she was quite stuffed herself) she became more
insensate to Kate’s 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s ass and this young woman, with
breasts of her own, began suckling on Kate’s 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 she’d ever imagined. Lisa, meanwhile, seemed the
finest baby, suckling Kate like she’d never thought possible. A finger
(whose Kate was too deep into passion to know) found Kate’s 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
she’d 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
Kate’s 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 Kate’s
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 man’s 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.
“Ah, how sweet she looks, and she still wants it,” 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 Maria’s 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 hadn’t 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 who’d
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
who’d once had lovely hairdos and perfect makeup now looked as if they’d
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 Kate’s 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. Kate’s 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.
“You have had a pleasant practise with the whip?” Maria asked
Kate’s lover.
“Yes. She is upstairs recuperating. She did not want to go
home with her husband,” Mark said.
“Perhaps she will call him later,” 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.
“I am going to bathe and feed you now, little Kate,” Maria, who
was a foot taller than the girl, told her. “And 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, let’s soap up that white ass of yours and sponge away
those naughty hickeys Lisa bit into your breasts. What an opening night
you’ve had--and you still have at least six more to go!”
------
“FUCK DECENCY!
“Dear Editors: I’ve been saying your title for years,” writes
John Alan Douglas.
Lisette Reads ‘Ada’
- 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 ‘Adan’
years.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
“Dear Fuck Decency, I’m worried about keeping my children
sexually safe. With children having sex even on the Titanic, what am I
to do?” writes Worried in Wyoming.
holy joe replies: Dear Worried, I share your concern. My
advice would be to have your children read Fuck Decency. By following
the adventures of the Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, your children will be
too exhausted from masturbating to engage in sex. Also, reading Fuck
Decency, instead of having sex, will increase the amount of time they
spend reading, instead of fucking, thereby improving their SAT scores.
Since Fuck Decency is free, you won’t need to spend money for your kids
on condoms, birth control pills, or those pesky abortions American girls
get that their fathers never even know about.
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“Subject: Another good book worth a look”
[Name withheld writes:] “What 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
“It is much more graphic than Sturges' work. It was printed
and bound in Italy and was sponsored by Maplethorpe.”
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holy joe replies: I’m not really interested in meeting another
nerdy masturbator like me.
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AND IN THE END...
“The kids on tricycles all looked perfect, and perfectly
desirable.”
- Terry Bisson, Pirates of the Universe, pg. 182.
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