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holy joeÕs THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Could anyone shoot up the U.S. Capitol and not be described by this
society as Òmentally illÓ?
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 394
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Five
ÒMmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!Ó Cindy hummed when sheÕd recovered her
voice. ÒI need somebody to play with me!Ó
ÒHere, IÕll do it,Ó Nancy said. She stepped forward and fiddled with
her victimÕs hungry slit. It offered itself most sweetly between CindyÕs
wide-spread legs. Cindy, though doubtless happy at finding herself thus,
could not have closed off possession in any event to Nancy, for CindyÕs
legs were kept apart by a spreader bar.
ÒMy, theyÕre certainly going at it!Ó Lynette said. She and Kate both
had clapped their hands to their faces as they watched Cindy beg to be
beaten.
ÒItÕs... truly delicious,Ó Jim said. Kate glanced at his dick and saw
he was aroused by the scene.
ÒYes, you men always like seeing girls suffer,Ó Lynette scolded. She
looked at JimÕs dick and tutted. He was becoming hard again. ÒI want you
this time,Ó Lynette breathed.
ÒYou must be whipped first,Ó Kate, inspired and surprised at herself,
blurted.
ÒI canÕt stand being whipped,Ó Lynette said. She shook her head,
watching as Cindy received yet another blow from Nancy.
ÒThen all the more reason to do it!Ó Kate cried. She grabbed the
woman with both her hands. Lynette was a foot taller than she but Kate
did not flinch in her task. Both womenÕs bosoms bounced as Kate turned
Lynette around and trotted her over to the rocking horse.
ÒGet on. I want to see you ride it,Ó Kate told Lynette. The 30-year-
old woman looked at the horse.
ÒI canÕt. ItÕs just a horse made for little girls,Ó Lynette said.
ÒThe saddle is quite big enough, made for a woman,Ó Kate replied.
ÒYour bum will overhang the back of the horse, thatÕs all.Ó
ÒBut!Ó Lynette protested. Her voice went unheeded. Kate made her
take to the saddle. She could just get her leg over it without needing a
stepstool. Kate made her straddle the horse and fit her bare feet into the
stirrups.
ÒGod, this saddle is so soft, ItÕs making me cum just sitting on it,Ó
Lynette gasped. Indeed, in her aroused state, knowing her ass was at
pillage, the woman found herself trembling into a new orgasm.
ÒRide,Ó Kate said bluntly. Kate stepped behind the woman and took a
riding crop down from the wall. It was similar to the one Marie had used
on her. Savoring her dominance, Kate watched as Lynette, gazing at Jim
and his new erection, shudderingly rocked herself back and forth on the
horse.
Lynette looked over her shoulder to see what Kate was doing.
ÒBad!Ó Kate shouted. She struck the woman hard on her ass.
ÒOooooEEEEeeek!Ó Lynette blurted. Tears sprang to her eyes, for the
crop was thin and springy, and Kate, in her inexperience, had hit her harder
than prudence dictated. Yet Lynette, instead of popping up off the horse,
rubbed herself fiercely into the saddle.
ÒRide, little Indian!Ó Kate laughed. She swatted Lynette again. The
woman screamed as, somewhere behind them both, Cindy offered up a new
cry.
A competition ensued. There was no direct communication or
planning between either group but, with Cindy over the table and Lynette
on the horse, the two females screamed as Nancy hit Cindy and Kate
spanked Lynette. Kate did not wish to be deprived. So, with Nancy and
Cindy behind her sharing NancyÕs rubbing hand, and Lynette in front of her
doing it to the saddle, Kate frigged herself. There were soft sighs mixed
with screams as all four females tickled themselves into shuddering
orgasms. Their perfume, so pickily selected just hours before, in
preparation for the night, was overwhelmed by the scent of their
spendings.
Jim watched it all. As time went by he took a renewed interest in
KateÕs bottom. This time he spanked her. His palm was broad and heavy
and Kate yelped as it splatted into her nether cheeks. She could not fight
back against him, for he was much too big for her, so she flogged Lynette
instead. It was all intermittently done, the spanks alternating with bouts
of masturbation. Even Jim got into the act, palming his long sausage with
his hand, then taking it away from himself to send it splatting wetly, wet
with his own precum, into KateÕs fanny.
Chapter Six
ÒWell, now that weÕve all let off a little steam, letÕs get to know
each other better,Ó Marie suggested. With damaged bottoms everyone
settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this
moment, stood ominously waiting to test them. Cindy plopped herself on
her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands. She did not
have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the velvet
cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her. Nancy, who had
given Cindy a belting with a manÕs leather belt, now bent and daubed at
CindyÕs weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief. Such comforts were
provided in the game room to soothe injured players.
ÒThere, donÕt cry too hard. You might hurt your baby,Ó Nancy teased.
ÒBe quiet!Ó Cindy pouted. She sniffled and Nancy put the
handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
ÒThatÕs better. Be a big girl. YouÕre going to be a mommy soon!Ó
Nancy remonstrated. Like Marie, she was the only female to have an
unmarked bottom. Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching KateÕs ass
with sly interest. The back of the chair had been dropped down over the
space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to comfortably sit.
It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when she needed a rest.
When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the chairÕs back would be
raised again. Only a small perch would be left, and a pot underneath where
cold coals waited to be lit.
Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop. She caressed it as if it
were a manÕs penis. It was, indeed, the only short hard object within
MarieÕs reach at the moment, given the condition of the menÕs genitalia.
They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess. Rod sat perched on
top of a pillory. He seemed husband-like, sitting above Marie, while the
other three males sat on the floor. His dick, however, was shrunken
almost into his pubic hair. Kate gazed at him between his legs and decided
she had not much taste for him. She would avoid him if she could. He was
too old.
Beneath Rod sat David. He was clearly the favorite between both Rod
and Marie. David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod, sat with
RodÕs feet on his shoulders. The boy seemed not to mind that RodÕs big
toes were level with his mouth. Rod wiggled his toes to let the boy know
he was possessed. David glanced up, seemed not to know how to handle his
suitor. He looked at Marie. Noticing him, her eyes left NancyÕs bare fanny
and gave him a smile.
ÒMy, David, did I wear you out?Ó Marie asked. She had mounted him
when heÕd finished peeing. They had coupled standing up. Now David,
having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt, looked
relaxed. His dick was still swollen but it was not erect. It was about half
its full size. Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up, licked her lips. She
wanted to experience him before they all went their separate ways in the
morning.
Jim sat opposite Marie. He leaned his head against her thigh and said
he could smell DavidÕs emissions in her perfumed cunt. Marie laughed and
patted his head.
ÒI want you next,Ó Marie said to Jim.
ÒYouÕve got me,Ó Jim answered. Kate felt no jealousy. She had felt
Jim in her (albeit in her bottom). Now she wanted David, and she realized
she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in his ass.
Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor. He seemed too tired to
sit. HeÕd taken the waitress on the floor. Dripping his semen down the
insides of her thighs, she now served them, still white-gloved. More
shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge. White and Red wine
were poured into glasses and served to the guests. Fresh crab meat was
brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers. Ritz crackers, whole
wheat. Kate took one. She bit into it gently and found it scrumptious.
Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White wine to go with it.
The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair. All had
been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie. Kate sat with her knees
apart on the floor, under the bondage table. Above her she could hear Cindy
simpering about her baby. Cindy liked to complain about the importance of
her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway. It made her
feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention and protection.
(And a good fuck, of course.) Perhaps she wished to be first in line when
the fucking began again because, of course, she was pregnant, Kate mused.
ÒPlease give me more crackers,Ó Cindy told Beth. ÒIÕm PREGNANT!Ó
Beth complied, quietly. Kate rolled her eyes and blew teasingly into
BethÕs pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass the crackers to
Cindy.
ÒAn ill wind blows nobody any good,Ó Lynette told Kate. She sat
beside the girl on the floor. Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into BethÕs
pubic hair again.
ÒMy, itÕs windy in here,Ó Beth murmured. Then she turned and went
to Nancy and offered her crackers. Beth was quiet and compliant. Her
bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her
obedient.
ÒOh, gee. Do I get a cracker? And IÕm not even pregnant!Ó Nancy
smirked.
ÒYouÕre a meanie,Ó Cindy snapped. Then she sniffled, self-pityingly.
ÒOW!Ó She cried suddenly. Nancy, sitting with her bottom newly perched
on the edge of the bondage table, gave CindyÕs upturned ass a smack with
her open palm.
ÒOooooohhhhhh-OH!Ó Cindy moaned. The smack was not hard but,
coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it
made her tush sizzle.
ÒDonÕt complain, donÕt sniffle, and donÕt say youÕre preggy again all
night long!Ó Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
ÒMy, arenÕt we in charge?Ó Marie said with sly eyes. ÒCome here,
Nancy. YouÕre going to entertain us a bit while we rest.Ó
Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey. She saw the crop in MarieÕs
hand as clearly as anyone. She slipped from the table and padded over to
Marie. As if to win the womanÕs favor, she presented her cunny to her,
pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the womanÕs knee. She
tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a backward bob of her
head. Kate smiled at her casual air. So calm, yet so lewd at the same
time, as if showing oneÕs cunny to another woman were just an ordinary,
everyday act.
Marie extended a curled finger and touched NancyÕs slitted nest.
Nancy jerked but did not complain. She kept her hips offered. She gritted
her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
ÒYes, Nancy, IÕm going to excite you a little first... ah, is that your
spot? Have I found it?Ó Marie asked. Nancy seized up like a child
receiving an injection. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. ÒAnd then,
Nancy dear, when youÕre in a nice heat, IÕm going to flip you over my knee
and paddle your cute little ass.Ó
ÒOh, NO pleazzze,Ó Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
ÒYes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,Ó Marie said.
ÒNobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my dear.
Erotically injured, of course. Something to make you remember me by
when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too. I consider it a gift.
From me to you,Ó Marie said to Nancy. She invaded the girlÕs slit but Nancy
remained standing. She clapped her hands to her bottom and begged that it
be spared. Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips out to Marie. NancyÕs
small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass and she remained with her
eyes fixed on the roof.
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