FUCK DECENCY 365 Passions Playpen NND g2 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!”