Chapter 10
The honeymoon was over as far as the smut peddlers were concerned. A reign of terror against obscenity was launched that was unrelenting. The police, the Grand Jury, and the courts were working overtime.
As a charter member of the Committee for Decency, and the District Attorney's closest advisor, I was right in the thick of things. Working at a command post with D.A. Parrish, I was instrumental in orchestrating a coordinated plan of attack that struck at the very heart of the filth industry.
The jail population swelled. The usual thieves, rapists and murderers were at long last rightfully joined behind bars by their logical brothers and sisters in wrongdoing, the pornographers.
The community was almost instantaneously revitalized by the campaign. Buildings that had passively been given over to massage parlors, bottomless night clubs, and adult book stores, returned to wholesome use as laundromats, auto parts stores, fast-food outlets, and the like. The Boom Boom Room, for example, was restored to a trading stamp redemption center.
By the time six months had passed, the area was scrubbed clean. Any misfit seeking public display of sex would have to travel somewhere else to find it.
Needless to say, all of us involved in the crusade were elated. I can't describe the thrill involved when one traveled down streets that were free of moral litter.
When the struggle had finally been won, naturally there was a desire to celebrate our triumph. A victory dinner was scheduled for those of us who had been most intimately involved in the project. Hosted by the District Attorney, it was symbolically held in the Grand Jury room one evening, where we all enjoyed a wholesome dinner of franks, beans and potato salad.
Rev. Worthington was there, along with the most active members of the Committee for Decency. Prominent city officials were invited. Naturally, D.A. Parrish was the after-dinner speaker.
Sitting between the Chief of Police and the Mayor, I got goose-bumps listening to the D.A. describe how far we had come. Gary, as I'd come to call him, had never been so dynamic as on this night.
"In the beginning," he intoned, "the streets were running sewers of filth. I don't exaggerate when I say that we were as up to our necks in garbage as if there'd been a sanitation men's strike."
The audience clapped, and he continued.
"I know you all remember what our community used to be like, but I'd like to give you a graphic reminder just in case we might be inclined to rest on our laurels. Projectionist, please."
The light suddenly dimmed and the whir of a movie screen being mechanically lowered filled the room.
"All right," Gary picked up his commentary again, "in just a second you'll see some typical examples of the kind of smut that used to be available over the counter in any adult book store. I've taken the liberty of splicing numerous scenes together in this composite. I beg you to remember how prevalent this type of material used to be at some time in the future when you start to take decency for granted."
The screen abruptly filled up with the scandalous sight of a man's enormous prick pumping inside a woman's mouth. She was taking him to the hilt.
A hush fell over the room immediately. Even though most of us had been involved with pornography for half a year, its explicit display still retained its shock value.
"Notice how the actors show no trace of shame," Gary pointed out. "At the time this was filmed they were convinced they were the ones in the right, and the rest of us were just silly squares. Their performances reek of contempt for you and me."
He had a point there. The only emotion the orally fucking man and woman showed was sheer hedonistic pleasure. There wasn't the slightest indication they suspected they were doing something terribly wrong.
The man in the film bucked forward and then ejaculated in the woman's mouth. The excess cream welled in her oral cavity and began foaming from the corners of her lips. By the time he had finished spurting and pulled out, there was a huge grin creasing her sperm-soaked countenance.
"Notice her reaction," Gary pointed out, his voice quivering with disgust. "She acts like she's proud of what she's done. She's smiling so broadly that the semen is dripping from her teeth."
The film abruptly cut to a different couple, this one degrading the human anatomy by utilizing the man's hard-on and the woman's asshole. She was over on all fours like a bitch in heat while he butt-fucked her to the hilt.
"Our research shows," Gary informed us, "that the likelihood is that this man and woman never saw each other before they were hired for this film. They shared nothing but a greed for money, and parts of the body that could be fit together in disgusting union. Not only is what they're doing a crime against nature, but there is absolutely none of the romantic love present that society demands as a prerequisite for acceptable sex."
He came in her ass and the white cum drooled down the backs of her thighs. For a finish, she rolled over and sucked off what remained of the jism his prick had to offer.
"Now this is one of the foulest examples," Gary introduced the next sequence. "The pornographers are not even content with perverting the relationship between male and female. In their lust for profits, they are even willing to exploit the mental illness of homosexuality."
A pair of lesbians flashed on the screen. A tight close-up between one's thighs revealed the other one's stiff tongue plunging in and out of the former's hairy pussy in a perfect replica of a fucking cock. The glistening juice that spilled out of the tongue-stuffed twat was absolutely disgusting in its volume.
"Wow," the Mayor turned and whispered in my ear, "this is really hot stuff. Unless you knew the facts, it would be hard to keep from getting excited watching this kind of thing."
"Precisely," I whispered back. "That was why it was so vital to get it out of circulation. Nobody is immune from such filth."
"Thank God we've got the facts," the Mayor rasped. "I wonder what the D.A.'s got on tap next."
We immediately found out as a new segment appeared. This one was the most shocking of all.
"The pornographers are not content with merely debasing human beings," Gary gravely intoned. "They would even stoop to cruelty to dumb, helpless animals. Nothing is safe from these fiends."
I thought I'd seen everything by now, but this one surprised even me. Before my eyes, a collie dog that resembled that American symbol of wholesomeness, Lassie, was actually fucking a naked woman. And she was smiling, obviously loving the feel of his bestial hard-on in her dripping pussy!
"If you could hear the soundtrack from the original film," Gary informed us, "you'd hear the dog whimpering. Believe me, it might not look like it at first glance, but he's suffering."
"How do you feel about having been the Mayor of a community that supported that kind of bile?" I resumed my conversation with the chief executive.
I expected that he would admit that he wasn't too proud. However, the response that hit my ears was a low, throaty groan.
"Your Honor, are you all right?" I asked, knowing that he was in his sixties, and had already had one heart attack a few years ago.
When there was no reply but more moaning in the dark, I leaned over to see what I could do. "Do you need medical attention?" I urgently inquired.
"Unnnhhh ... unnnhhh ... unnnhhh," he grunted. His breath was coming in the wheezing gasps of someone in deep physical distress.
Not wanting to alarm the rest of the audience without cause, I decided to check things out myself to be sure the Mayor really needed help before I broke up the gathering with a cry for an ambulance.
Reaching into his lap, I searched for his wrist so I could take his pulse.
Well, I found his heartbeat, all right, and it was pounding. However, the tell-tale artery had its location in a portion of his anatomy that was connected to his hand only through a process of stroking.
In other words, His Honor was masturbating, and I'd just inadvertently wrapped my fingers around his stiff dick. There they joined his own digits as unwitting accessories to the beating of his meat.
I didn't dare speak out because I'd alert the rest of the audience to what was happening. After their collective triumph in defeating obscenity, I couldn't bring myself to dampen their spirits by revealing that their own chief executive was so turned-on by pornography he couldn't refrain from jacking-off in public.
It became clear that the most logical thing for me to do was to help the Mayor through his secret activity and get him back to normal before the lights came on. His ejaculation would be messy, but not as messy as his constituents finding out he hadn't the will-power to resist the very force which they had fought so hard to defeat.
Not wanting to risk being overheard, I said nothing more. Letting my hand do my talking for me, I constricted my fingers around the part of his cock that wasn't already embraced by his own, and began pumping.
I was surprised at what a big prick he had. In all the years he had been in the public eye, I'd never even considered what he had between his legs. The answer was about ten inches.
In the meantime, the screen was continuing to flash a visual medley of obscenity. The D.A. had really succeeded in compiling the most telling catalogue of smut possible. And, as I stroked the Mayor's pulsing cock, I couldn't help but wonder if it had paradoxically created any other hard-ons in the assemblage.
While I continued to manipulate the Mayor's pulsating tool, my curiosity turned my head over toward the direction of the Chief of Police seated on my left. How was he reacting, I wondered.
I wished I hadn't looked. Even in the dark I could see that crimson pole contrasting with the royal blue of his uniform.
Yes, his fly was just as open as the Mayor's, and his prick standing out just as stiffly. He groaned under his breath, as he jerked off to the sight of an orgy taking place on the screen in front of him.
Now my dilemma was repeated all over again. For the sake of the crowd's morale, I could no more let the Chiefs weakness be detected than I could the Mayor's. If I helped one masturbate, I was obligated to assist the other.
Soon my left hand was replicating the stroking activity of my right. What made it even more of a copy was that the Chief's hard-on seemed to have exactly the same dimensions as His Honor's. I felt as though I were looking at myself in the mirror.
I'd like to report to you that the weakening of moral fiber stopped with the two men I've just described. In retrospect, how much easier it would be to be able to tell you now that I jacked the pair of them off, and the incident was over except for wiping up the cum.
However, the D.A.'s film of pornographic highlights had had an effect on the gathering that no one had anticipated. Gradually I became aware of the funny noises around me that could have no other source than genital stimulation.
"Jennifer," I leaned forward and whispered to my best friend on the Committee, "what are you doing? I hate to say this-and forgive me if I'm wrong-but it sounds like you're finger-fucking yourself. I can hear the squishing all the way back here."
"Well, I'm not," she replied under her panting breath.
"Thank God," I sighed.
"The guy next to me is doing it," she giggled.
That would be the Zoning Commissioner.
And from the slapping of flesh that now became distinct to my ears, she didn't have to tell me what she was doing to his cock.
The movie we were watching had not been prepared with a soundtrack. Now, however, it had one anyway. The slurps and moans and squishes and squeaking from the audience perfectly complemented the lewd action on the screen. The audience had completely lost control of itself.
Before I had wondered how many cocks in the crowd had been adversely affected by the film. Now my conjecture turned to pussies.
For one thing, there was a big, wet, hairy one filling the screen, its pink lips overflowing with goo. Then there was the noisy digital smacking emanating from Jennifer's in the row in front of me.
And, I'm sorry to say this, not the least consideration was the condition of my own.
Yes, as much as I hated to admit it, even I had genitally submitted to the steamy atmosphere that made the Grand Jury room humid with lust. When I rubbed my itchy thighs together I realized that my cunt was absolutely sopping.
Unable to help myself, my attention began to drift from my original moralistic concern. Before I was fully aware of the impact of the transition, I was shamelessly concentrating on the possibility of getting one of the hard-ons I was gripping stuffed between my legs.
Too far gone to correct my randy drift, I leaned toward the Mayor and asked, "Can you fuck me? I'm just as bad off as you are, Your Honor."
"Wait a minute, young lady," the Chief of Police said from my rear, "don't count me out of the action. I'm as horny as anybody in this room."
"But how can the three of us do it?" I protested. "It's impossible."
"Sit on the Mayor's lap with his cock in your pussy and let me fuck you in the mouth," he suggested.
"Keep your voice down, or we'll all be in trouble," I hissed.
"Nobody will be in any trouble unless I say so," he reminded me. "Don't forget, I may be as horny as hell, but I'm still the Chief of Police."
"And if I refuse?" I queried.
"I'll arrest you and everybody else in the place on morals charges," he chuckled. "Anything I say goes."
"And you say to start fucking and sucking," I summed it up with a sigh. "That's the law."
The thought of the Committee for Decency and half the municipal officials winding up in jail along with the pornographers they had helped lock up was mind-boggling. The Chief was wielding leverage that could not be thwarted.
However, the truth was that his argument was not even the most persuasive inducement to my participation in his lewd plan. As powerful as his threats were, my spasming pussy was an even more insistent force. Throughout my conversation with the Chief, I hadn't been able to forget for a second how wet my cunt was.
There was no denying it to myself any longer. If I would welcome the Mayor's prick between my legs, I was just as eager for another one in my mouth. When one hole in a woman's body became hungry for cock, the others automatically followed suit. It's the way God made us.
As the Chief pushed me out of my seat and up on the Mayor's cock-filled lap, I guess you could say my conscience knew what I was doing was wrong and my creaming pussy insisted it was right. However, in the contest between the two, anybody betting on the former would have been a first-class sucker.
Besides, if there was any tendency to waver on my part, it vanished the instant my thighs spread over the Mayor's crotch and I first felt his hard-on bumping around under my skirt. If it felt that good rubbing against my flanks, how would it feel pistoning inside my tight cunt?
Adopting a hands-off policy and permitting me to guide his prick into my fuck-hole all by myself, His Honor let me do the honors of penetration. Without a wasted motion, I had the crown of his dick sliding between my slippery labia lickety-split. As inch after inch of thick shaft followed his cockhead, we both moaned in pleasurable unison.
The only harsh note, as the squishing sound of the Mayor's cock pumping in my cunt lapped against my ears, was the snorting impatience of the Chief of Police. He sounded more like a wild boar than a city official.
Oh, well, I calmly told myself, secure now that my twat was filled with meat, I have more than enough holes to go along. As a good citizen, I prided myself on supporting our local police.
With my back to the Mayor, it was an easy enough task to lean forward and accommodate the Chief. Especially since he was kneeling right before us, his cock aimed in front of him like a .38 special.
His dick had a cold metallic taste that ordinarily would have turned me off. However, under the circumstances, I just equated it with his job. Cops had to be hard and cold to do their duty.
Anyway, I was certain that before this was over I'd get behind his badge and heat him up good and proper.
As I sucked and fucked, I had a perfect view of what was going on in the movie. Cum-shots splashed across the screen, cock after cock shooting its wad. A parade of pussies, mouths, assholes, tits and bellies were drenched, each becoming whiter than the last. There was enough sperm squirting around to populate the world.
In addition, a din of slurping and squishing arose from the spectators. The Grand Jury room, where so many pornographers had been indicted, had become a passion pit.
There probably wasn't a person there not getting some kind of action. We were more like a bunch of horny kids at a drive-in than a Committee for Decency.
When I heard a woman's voice shamelessly call for her partner to come in her, I spontaneously did the same. A cock engorging my mouth didn't stop me from getting my message across to my two highly placed lovers.
I didn't care who heard me ... just didn't care. If I couldn't be proud of the Mayor and the Chief of Police coming in me, then democracy was dead. This was citizen participation in government at its most elemental.
"Oooooommmmppphhh!" His Honor grunted. Quickly following, his spurting cock filled my cunt with hot cum.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh," the Chief sighed. His previously cold hard-on turned white-hot and flooded my throat with something more like molten lava than ordinary jism.
Both of my holes sucked like crazy, the sphincters gobbling up every drop of spunk possible. Then, when there was more than enough to accommodate their twin thirsts, the excess reversed the original flow of each spigot of cum. All of a sudden it was oozing from the corners of both sets of cock-engorged lips.
My thighs and face felt like they were melting as the hot cream dripped from them. I imagined that every other woman in the room was having something of the same experience.
When the screen went dark, signaling the movie was over, you've never heard such frantic activity. Thank God whoever was in charge of the lights was discreet enough to wait until we all got our cocks and cunts back into place and wiped most of the sperm from our bodies.
As it was, when the lights finally went on, and we all filed out of the Grand Jury room, there were a lot of red faces.
However, there was just as many knowing smiles.
As for myself, I looked at our mass action as the just dessert for a job well done. Thanks to us, smut was gone from the community and the people were safe again.
If the censors couldn't be trusted to handle sex, then who could?