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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.
ÒSheÕs quite an eager beaver,Ó 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 didnÕt 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.
ÒWe must each pick rose petals from a bowl,Ó Miriam said aloud to
the crowd. As she spoke Sharon, taking my hands and drawing them past
my head, clipped handcuffs onto my wrists. ÒTake 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.Ó Miriam passed around a
wooden bowl with pink rose petals piled in it. Each guest took several.
She grinned at me. ÒI want you to be totally fair, dear, or IÕll smack your
precious bottom,Ó she told me. ÒWhen somebody drops a petal, I want you
to try to catch it between your lips. The one you catch will fuck you. If
itÕs a woman, sheÕll use her tongue. If itÕs a man, heÕll use his penis, of
course.Ó Miriam looked at the assembled company. ÒThis is our last game.
When someone succeeds, you may wait for a turn or you may enjoy
yourselves in an orgy.Ó She eyed the men. ÒI want to congratulate you all
for being so patient. Girls, donÕt hesitate if a man asks you. Get right
down and let him fuck you. All of us have been tested, thereÕs no reason to
worry about diseases.Ó Miriam looked at Jennifer. ÒYou, my dear, will be
our maid of honor at our orgy,Ó 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 girlÕs 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. ÔOoooh, best hold back. He looks
about to spurt!Õ one girl might signal to another. Or, ÔHow big he is! Are
you sure youÕll be able to stuff all THAT into your little twat?Õ ÔNot my
twat, dear, he wants to put it up my butthole.Õ ÔOh my, how that will rend
you. YouÕll be taking dictation standing up tomorrow at work.Õ
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.
ÒFor you, Jennifer, that you may entertain whomever you please on
the floor, in the best comfort I can offer,Ó 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, menÕs 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.Õs, or
prayers before bedtime. Just a big flat surface, soft underneath, where
Jennifer could be reamed into bliss.
ÒYou will be the Queen of Sheba, I think, save that youÕll have to keep
your legs apart,Ó Miriam sighed. Her sentence ended in a girlish giggle.
She led poor wobbly-kneed Jennifer, her legs slim as a schoolgirlÕs, over
to the waiting mat. Miriam placed a fingertip atop each of JenniferÕs 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
menÕs 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 sheÕd put
herself in by her attempt at modesty. She wrapped her arms round her
legs and put her chin on her knees.
ÒCanÕt I just go home?Ó Jennifer asked. ÒIÕve had fun. Really! It
was most enjoyable and--Ó
ÒShush, dear. IÕm a female and youÕre a female, but IÕm older and I
know more,Ó Miriam cautioned. ÒIÕll let you go home when all has been
done as it should be. Look at these men! Do you think theyÕre through
having fun?Ó
Miriam let her question hang in the air. Jennifer surveyed the
toadstool forest around her and finally gave a little, compliant sigh.
ÒNoooo,Ó 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, itÕs a video by a second-tier
Ôsoft pornÕ 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 ÔprofilesÕ one
or two girls. The first segment that I really liked was of two girls
waiting in a living room. TheyÕre waiting for someone, perhaps a
boyfriend, and, since this is a Ôsoft coreÕ porn video, he never arrives. (I
hate those words, by the way, Òsoft core,Ó and Òporn.Ó 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, Ôwholesome (or
wholesome-appearing) young girls who happen not to have their clothes
on, and are feeling a little sexy.Õ Or maybe the description Ôgirlie videoÕ
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. TheyÕre both a little shy about being
filmed. In one shot, a girl, lying on a couch as sheÕs 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. SheÕs 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?
SheÕs 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 ÔwaitingÕ girls
is the clothes theyÕre wearing. One girl, in particular, has on a fantastic
garment that I can only describe as Ôbedroom overalls.Õ Despite a passing
resemblance to farmerÕs overalls, these are definitely overalls tailored to
the body of a girl, and theyÕre 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 otherÕs bush as they ride the see-saw. You can see
sheÕs interested in looking at the other girlÕs bush, and yet embarrassed by
the fact that sheÕs 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, ÔOh well, two girls on a see-saw. So what?Õ 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 brunetteÕs 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. OneÕs dominant, oneÕs submissive. TheyÕre not
fantastically attractive, but the submissive girl has a great ass and itÕs
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, ÒShow me your ass, you bitch.Ó No!
No! It is, rather, a scene in which the submissive girl is made to
*present* her bottom to her partner. ThereÕs a big difference between a
loving partner forcing a girl to show her bottom (good), and the crass,
ÒhereÕs her ass, guys!Ó 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 girlÕs bottom and makes a great display of washing that
girlÕs 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.
ThatÕs 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.
SheÕs 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 didnÕt actually find the scene as exciting as IÕd 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
didnÕt work because, despite her obvious innocence, she isnÕt 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
IÕm driving
down the 110 freeway
heading toward Long Beach
When this asshole
cuts me off.
I donÕt really mind.
After all
IÕve 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 donÕt 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...
CLINTONÕS LEGACY
ÒBill Clinton is a master at playing to peopleÕs fear.Ó
- Time, January 5, 1998, pg. 92.
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