Sherry bent down and lifted back the end of a throw rug, exposing a
trap door. Here, in the study, the floor was made of long planks of wood.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw the trap door in the floor. This
was going to be a real dungeon! Totally private, sound-proofed. Did I
really want to go down there? Jeff bent down and pulled up the trap door.
It swung open on hinges. It looked too heavy for either of us girls.
ÒLadies first,Ó Jeff said generously.
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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 82
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Las Vegas Lust
Chapter One
A full two weeks passed without any word of the form's reception by
his fellow members. Then one day Joe mentioned to me, right in the
middle of Chemistry class no less, that my form had been approved. He
told me two members of the club would be stopping by for a visit soon.
Sure enough, two days later, a very pretty girl and a hunk of a man came by
in casual formalware and sat down with me in Joe's apartment to discuss
my form. They didn't go into too great detail, sensing perhaps that I had
made half the answers up. Nonetheless at the end of the interview they
congratulated me on being accepted, and gave me a little gold pin of my
own. It consisted of a solitary symbol of the female sex. They said I
would get a pin like Joe's after my induction.
Before I could be initiated, however, I was required to visit a local
doctor of their choice and submit to tests. A person who got as far as this
stage in the process was someone the club considered desirable for
membership. As a result, they picked up the tab. The doctor submitted
both the bill and his prognostication directly to the club. Needless to say,
I was found to be a healthy specimen. So healthy, in fact, that the doctor
implored me to come back if I had any other needs, medical or otherwise.
It turned out that the group always checked into a hotel room for
their "meetings," as they liked to call them, though during this time period
I heard Joe once refer to them as "matings." In any event, it was said that
the group liked hotel rooms because they could get into lavish suites by
pooling their money, and didn't have to worry about cleaning up when they
were done. Given the incomes of some of the members which were later
revealed to me, I believe the latter reason weighed more heavily. Even
household maids and butlers get annoyed if the mess becomes too great,
and a hotel room reserved under a false name reveals far less than a home.
Especially when it is not empty beer cans that one is tasked to pick up but
used condoms, empty jars of vaginal jelly, and cellophane wrappers torn
from the latest sex toys.
The day before I was to be formally introduced to the club the girl
who had interviewed me showed up on my doorstep. My heart sank for a
moment, thinking she was bringing news of a last minute rejection. This
was an unusual club, but if there was to be any backing out I wanted it to
be by me, not by them.
I invited the girl in. Her name was Monique. We sat down together
and shared chit chat over cups of coffee. She asked me if I owned a bikini.
I told her of course I did.
"Have your tan lines faded?" Monique asked. "You look pretty white."
Yes, I replied, they had. I figured she was simply asking to find out
the condition of other girls like her. It had gotten cold quickly this year in
Northern California.
"Then you need a tan," Monique said matter-of-factly. "A light tan,
as that is what is in fashion nowadays." I thought for a moment, and
agreed. If nothing else, it would make taking off my bra and panties more
fun for Joe. I knew many men relished the idea of stripping off a girl's
undies to reveal the contrast in hues between her private parts and the
surrounding skin. It created an indelible reminder for them of what they
had removed to get at one's charms, what they had conquered.
Monique was already wearing her bikini under her clothes. I went
into my bedroom and dressed myself in the same fashion. Then we drove
downtown to a tanning salon. There we stripped down to our bikinis. I
wondered if Monique wanted me solely in a bikini for the purpose of
getting a tan. Could it be that she had been tasked to make sure I really
did have a great figure? As I lay in the tanning booth I also thought of
how I would look totally naked. Joe had been letting slip more and more
tidbits about the group. I had a feeling the real purpose of the tan was not
so much to bring pleasure to my boyfriend's eyes as to the eyes of those
who were going to initiate me.
I had never been one to dress terribly modestly, at least not since I
had started filling out. I had been told many times that I had a great
figure and I liked to see the boys pant. Even cultured, mature businessmen
would turn their heads when I strolled downtown. It was early afternoon,
a week after my interview, a day after my trip to the tanning salon, and
my initiation was scheduled for 4 p.m. As Joe had said, the group like to
get an early start on its "meetings."
I knew there would be other women there, and I didn't want to look
less adventurous than they. I put on a lacy black bra, and then a sheer
white blouse that left nothing underneath to the imagination. Next I
slipped on a tiny black leather miniskirt. I contemplated not wearing
panties. No, that would be too blatant. If I was to be fucked I wanted
whoever it was to at least have to first get me out of my underwear. I put
on matching black panties, made of sheer fabric but with a patterned
design sewn on that, like the bra, managed to conceal my most strategic
places. Then I pulled on shiny black stiletto heels and fastened them
about my ankles.
I put my hands on my hips and regarded myself in the mirror.
Seventeen, and looking all grown up already. Just let those other girls try
to compete with me for Joe's affection. A quick plug in the pussy would
be the most they could ever hope for. And as for the other men there,
well, I could always handle more than one boyfriend.
When Joe picked me up at my apartment he told me I looked "just
right." We drove to the hotel together, picking up not a few glances from
passing cars. When we arrived Joe hurried me through the hotel lobby. At
four in the afternoon one did not generally expect to see a minor walking
past in a transparent blouse and a teensy skirt that kept flipping up to
show her bottom.
OUR MAIL BAG...
DECENCY: THE KISS OF DEATH?
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Office Slave
Chapter Two
OLD: Melanie turned her head on its side and let it sink fully into the
smooth, soft sheets. "I-I have to go to the bathroom," Melanie said in a
small voice.
"Just go," Winona's husband replied. "She loves it when girls pee on her."
Melanie felt shocked! Pee on Winona? Yet it had a mischievous ring to it
to, of well deserved retribution, something Kimberly might do. "Do you
need to go poop too?" Winona's husband asked. Melanie shook her head no,
moving it just enough to communicate her answer. The man leaned over
her, drew something from the nightstand. A pouring sound was heard, and
then a spoonful of medicine came to Melanie's mouth. No longer resistant
to anything that might be done to her, Melanie simply opened her mouth
and accepted the fluid. It was bitter. After making a face, though, she
dutifully swallowed it. Perhaps it would help with the burning in her
bottom.
As he poured a second spoonful the man said, "Castor oil. To make you
poop on my wife." It was then that Melanie knew that her world had
changed immeasurably since that first ski vacation a year ago. She prayed
that it would continue to change, bit by bit, experience by experience.
And, somehow, she knew that it would. In her mind's eye she saw herself,
bizzarely, at an altar in a wedding dress with no bottom to it, leaving her
free to moon the entire congregation throughout the ceremony. And, to top
things off, she had been fed castor oil before the service started, just so
the congregation could see her bottom squirm throughout the wedding,
trying desperately to stave off a flood of diarrhea. Beside her stood Fred,
his buttocks twitching with just as much desperation. Before them a
minister spoke solemn words. Their marriage, and, unusual as it seemed,
Melanie had a feeling it would one day come true.
As she speculated on what Kimberly must wear as her flower girl she
began to move her hips more. Holding her shoulders, Winona's husband
presented his penis to her. Melanie sucked upon it as she felt the first
rumblings in her bowels. In a few days she'd be back in college, in boring
classes, but for now, she was actually going to enjoy herself.
NEW ENDING: She closed her eyes, relaxed her body and began to release a
steamy, gushing torrent of hot yellow urine directly onto WinonaÕs pretty
face. It felt so good to release the intense pressure she had been feeling
in her bladder. She peered down at Winona whose mouth was open wide,
eyes closed and tongue flailing as the thick current of urine sprayed out
over her face, hair, cheeks and tongue. A river of urine was streaming
down WinonaÕs chin and between her upright breasts as the overspray
splattered all over her chest. Winona was gulping and swallowing at every
little bit she could contain in her mouth as the endless stream continued
to pour from her bladder.
MelanieÕs release from her bladder had stimulated her bowels. Judging
from what WinonaÕs husband had said, Winona would equally enjoy
receiving the load of stool that was longing for freedom. The stream of
urine was subsiding just as Melanie felt the beginnings of her bowel
movement as it reached the edge of her anus. She whispered to Winona,
ÒI... I canÕt hold my bowels any longer!Ó She felt guilty for even saying the
words, but the evil castor oil had made her reach this point of no return.
A formed stool was now swelling open the opening of her anus. She could
feel the cool air breezing over her arched heinie as Winona spread her ass
cheeks wide.
Winona pressed her face into MelanieÕs ass and placed her pursed lips
around the opening of her anus. She began to kiss it deeply. Melanie felt
the suctioning of WinonaÕs lips as she coaxed out the first bits of the
brown load. Melanie felt her anus stretch open as the first stool emerged.
She looked back at Winona whose mouth began to fill and swell as the shit
rushed into her mouth. Melanie was amazed at the length of the turd as it
filled WinonaÕs mouth and began to spew from the corner of her lips and
drop down onto her chest. Melanie didnÕt even have to push as a stream of
hot diarrhea followed. She was farting and spewing chunks of liquid and
crap all over WinonaÕs face. The feces were dribbling down WinonaÕs face
and cheeks and landing in her hair. WinonaÕs hand was down at her clit
frigging at it like a possessed woman. She was cumming violently over
and over. Melanie was amazed at the enthusiasm and ecstasy with which
Winona was taking on the ritual.
The man walked back to her ass as Melanie continue to shoot shit onto his
wifeÕs face. He came up close to his wifeÕs mouth and stuck his rigid
penis into the stream of brown. He was pumping his penis wildly with his
hand as it was lubricated by the foul mess. He shot a stream of hot cum
all over MelanieÕs ass and his wifeÕs face as the shit stream slowed.
Melanie felt a relief from the pent up pressure in her bowels... but only
momentarily. Winona had begun sucking her husbandÕs splattered dick as
she wiped feces all over his stomach and chest. She smeared the brown
over her own chest and rubbed it into her nipples. With the dick still in
her mouth she picked up pieces of shit from the floor and wiped them all
over MelanieÕs back, ass and thighs. Melanie surprised herself with the
perverse turn-on that she was feeling from the disgusting scene and began
masturbating. She had no sooner began rubbing her clit when the man
swung around, pushed Melanie down onto the bed and shoved his dick
straight into her asshole, pushing pieces of shit right back up into the
depths of her rectum. Greased up by the shit that had been spread over his
body he fucked MelanieÕs pink asshole while slipping and sliding against
her ass cheeks with his stomach.
Winona came around to MelanieÕs face and kissed her long and deep, forcing
pieces of her own shit back into MelanieÕs mouth. ÒTaste your shit. Enjoy
it like I do,Ó Winona urged. MelanieÕs mouth was full of her own shit now.
Winona had gotten down onto her knees with her back to MelanieÕs face.
ÒYou want to know what itÕs like?Ó she asked. Before Melanie could
respond Winona farted long and hard into her face. She felt the warm foul
air encompass her face. Melanie peered between WinonaÕs ass cheeks as
her puckering anus twitched. In a micro-second Winona unleashed a long
bowel movement towards Melanie. When it was halfway out Winona lunged
backwards and smashed the stool into and all over MelanieÕs face. The
thick shit ball stuck to her face. She had to open her mouth in order to
breathe through the huge mass of crap stuck to her face and over her nose,
cheeks and chin. Just as she caught another breath, another load was
unleashed, and with the same repeated stroke, again smashed onto her
face. The process was repeated until Winona passed the last fleck of shit
from her ass.
Melanie was over the top now just as she felt the man cumming into her
own ass as she grabbed WinonaÕs thighs and pulled her ass into her own
face. She pressed her face in between WinonaÕs cheeks and wiped the shit
from her hole with her tongue. She ground her face into WinonaÕs ass
cheeks, smearing the delicious shit into her face and hair while she
frigged herself into oblivion.
THE END
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ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Dynatron #1, $2.00 Digest. Joe Eibe, 650 Pacific Ave., Willows, CA
95988.
Review: This is a digest with many pages and many carefully
drawn panels. Alas, like any number of small pressers, this publisher
has not invested in a long arm stapler. Hence, this digest, with its
many pages, is unstapled. Any office supply store can sell you a long
arm stapler. I still remember investing in mine. Even the noted small
press writer David Cushman resisted buying a long arm stapler. In his
case, he found it ÔeasierÕ to staple his comics using his fingers and
thumbs. However, as a non-virgin in this matter, I can confess that it
isnÕt actually that difficult to leave your bedroom and go to the office
supply store. (Jason went on a quest for the golden fleece, knights of
old went on quests for the holy grail, todayÕs young men go on quests
for staplers.)
The art in this comic appears to have been drawn with a
rapidograph pen. The lines are all uniform. Pro artists dislike uniform
line widths and use an ink brush instead. Like many nonprofessionals, I
never mastered the ink brush but I did find it less difficult to ink with
than IÕd imagined.
Joe needs some additional work in the area of human anatomy but,
in fact, human anatomy is something most small press artists never
completely master.
This digest is a worthy effort by a diligent artist. (Sorry, I didnÕt
read the story, but it appears have been worked on with the same
diligence as the art.) If you enjoy non-mainstream attempts at
manufacturing superhero comics, this is the book for you!
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