Fiction: Fucktopia Orgy

Fucktits had a lot to do today. She had to unfuck the clog in Pipecock 27. She had to lick her aunt at lunchfuck and later she promised to help Suckmouth give blowjobs to the guys in water refucking. But first, she had to investigate a suspicious sound coming from the Cuntportal.

The lights flickered as Fucktits walked. No one ever fucked here. There was no need. The Cuntportal only went to the outside world and who would want to go there? According to the porn books, the only things outside were bright light, something called ‘bibles’ and people who didn’t fuck. It sounded like the most boring orgyplace ever.

Fucktits could hear the sound now. It sounded like someone was spanking the Cuntportal from the other side. The spanking sounds were regular pulses. Sometimes they would go faster and then slow down. Could there be someone on the other side?

There was only one way to hump for sure. Fucktits turned a lever. Steam from the boiler rooms far below reached the fucklock. The steam pushed the cockpiston which worked the Cuntportal. The huge metal gears fucked together.

For the first time in over a hundred years, the Cuntportal opened.

There was a man on the other side, but no man Fucktits had ever seen. His body was covered for one thing. It was like he took bed sheets and wrapped them around his legs and chest. The fact that Fucktits couldn’t see his cock was unsettling. How could he stand there like that and not be naked? It was vulgar.

His face was cute though. He had a thin brown goatee like the paintings of the FuckFounders that hung in the Suckroom. He wore weird purple goggles like the ones they used in the boiler rooms. He smiled when he saw her, as if he was greatly relieved to see her. The poor man. He must need help taking off the cloth that was choking him.

“Hello, I am Dr. Otto Von Madd,” he said. He offered his hand to her.

Fucktits giggled. What a weird name! She took his hand and pressed it to her tits. He squeezed it once and Fucktits was impressed with his breastshake.

“My name is Fucktits,” she said. “Are you a narrow minded prude?” She wasn’t sure what that term meant but it was something they taught her about the outside world in threesome class as a child.

“Not exactly,” Dr. Von Madd said. “I take it then that this is Utopia Seven?

“Oh no, that’s not us,” Fucktits said. “This is Fucktopia Orgy.”

The doctor nodded wisely. He moved his hand away from her breast. “Fascinating. It appears that your isolationist colony has evolved and created your own language. Judging from your physical perfection, I am assuming that you were somehow able to reproduce without genetic anomalies.”

Fucktits frowned. The man was saying all sorts of gibberish. It was probably because the odd things on his body were constricting blood to his cock. Well, like her mothers used to say, fuck like you would like to be fucked.

She stepped up to Otto and pulled off the white sheet that draped his shoulders. He watched her silently as she worked out his belt and figured out his zipper. She pulled his pants down and stared in wonder at his boxers. The rising erection was familiar to her and she pulled the boxers down to release it. Once his cock was free, Fucktits stroked it to make sure it was okay.

“Simply amazing,” Dr. Von Madd said. “When I came across Professor Honstorn’s journals on unleashed reproductive urges and his proposal to make an underground paradise where men and women would be free to act on all of their carnal impulses, I thought for sure I would simply find a bunker with a few skeletons and an open bottle of absinthe. You have no idea how many sexual utopias dating from the 18th century end up that way. I am very impressed.”

Fucktits stroked faster. The man was obviously insane. She only understood a few words of what he said but she didn’t hear fuck, suck, come or orgy in anything. It was like he came from a severely retarded world.

His cock felt good though. She wanted it inside her mouth. She let go of his cock and kneeled. Fucktits opened her mouth and waited.

She smiled when he put his cock between her lips. Well, he wasn’t completely retarded. At least he knew where his cock was supposed to go. Her lips sealed around him and she moaned happily.

“That is wonderful,” Dr. Von Madd said. “Rarely have I had so much sectional torque applied while maintaining excellent levels of lubrication. Fucktopia must be very advanced sexually.

Fucktits did something with her tongue that Dr. Von Madd had only previously experienced with a hundred year old Tibetian prostitute.

“Extraordinary,” he groaned. “Tell me, how many people do you have here?”

“Two hundred and fucking eight,” Fucktits said with his cock still in her mouth. It never occurred to her people to stop sucking or licking to talk.

Lucky for her, Dr. Von Madd was used to people answering his questions while sucking his cock. He understood her perfectly. He enjoyed her sucking for a few minutes before asking his next question.

“I assume that your complex is powered by steam and clever clockwork devices?”

Fucktits reached down between her legs and stroked as she sucked. “We use steam to make the gears fuck and climax power. The minepounders get the coal and the metal-masturbaters stroke the gears.”

He reached down and stroked her hair. His fingers did something wonderful to her scalp. Fucktits called out to the Gods, Wet and Hard.

“And what do you do for sustenance?”

“What the limp does that word mean?”

Dr. Von Madd thrust a little faster as he thought of a better way to phrase the question. “What do you suck that isn’t people?”

“Oh!” Fucktits said. “We suck and lick mushrooms that we make hard in the glass bedrooms.”

“Fascinating,” Dr. Von Madd said. “So, your orgy is complete? You don’t need anything else to keep fucking? You are self sufficient? I mean, your people can masturbate forever?”

Fucktits nodded. She felt his cock erupt in her mouth. He tasted strange, not of mushrooms at all. She liked it.

“Then I think the best thing to do would be to reseal the door,” Dr. Von Madd said. “The outside world would not be as understanding. Perhaps I can leave a radio here so if your orgy does need something, I could assist.”

Fucktits looked up at him and stroked herself.

“What’s a radio?” she asked.

“You’ll like it,” Dr. Von Madd said. “I’ll teach you how to have phonesex on it.”

Fuktits smiled. She didn’t know what phonesex was but it sounded dirty and new. Maybe the outside world had something to offer after all.