Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 12     

Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
Love Child

Chapter Seven

         "Oh, hell, I guess I'm game," one of the girls opposite me said.
         "Me too," the other chimed in.
         "Then I'm not going to be the one to say no," Gretchen said.  
"Melissa, you're in.  Barbi, you can just watch if you want to."  I looked 
at Bob.  So handsome, mature.  I wanted him, but he belonged to 
Gretchen.  He glanced a moment at his wife.
         "Mark, have you ever been a father?" Bob asked the boy.
         "No, sir."
         "You're about to be," he said.  Gretchen dipped her eyes, flushed.  
She'd wanted Mark ever since they'd first met.  
         Roping in Melissa with his arm before she could feel left out, 
Robert drew her next to me.  Kneeling, we leaned forward and kissed, 
all three of us, our tongues dueling in the open air at first, then 
plunging into each other's mouths.  Robert rubbed our firm, flat 
tummies with his palms.  
         Playfully Gretchen and Mark closed in on one another.  Admiring 
his cock, she played with it, making it wiggle up and down, stroking the 
head, caressing the long, swollen shaft.  He delighted in her breasts, 
tickling the nipples, saying dirty incoherent things to her.  Behind us 
the two other couples merged, licking, kissing, cooing.  
         Intending, I think, to plow us both in our pussies simultaneously, 
Robert ordered me on all fours.  He told Melissa to mount me.  
         "Ooohh, you're going to stick your thing up my bottom, aren't you?" 
Melissa whined.  Reluctantly she got on top of me.  I spread my legs 
wide, my pouch cupped beneath my ass, wet and waiting.  Robert forced 
Melissa, who was straddling me, her quim poised above mine, to put her 
thighs outside my own.  Wickedly I had hoped he might do this.  I'd never 
been mounted by a girl before, but it seemed logical that however wide 
my stance, hers would be necessarily wider, provided the man made it 
so.
         "Oooh, it will never fit," Melissa whimpered, a finger alluringly in 
her lips, as I saw from our reflections on a mirrored wall.  She was 
lying over my back, her heinie jutting out, her head turned to see 
Robert.  Their eyes met as he kneed his way up behind the two of us.
         "Why, you've had a man's penis in your bottom before, haven't 
you?" Robert asked rather absently.  He flexed his butt, his legs apart 
slightly, cock erect and pointed in businesslike fashion at our doubly-
offered twats.  Limbering up, he gave several thrusts at the air with 
his penis.
         "No, and I don't want to either," Melissa said.  I saw a twinkle of 
recognition suddenly light up Robert's eyes.  The girl had just managed 
to turn our double-pronging into a solitary one.  Now Robert's cock was 
reserved exclusively for her!
         I decided I would make sure the little minx paid her dues fully for 
cheating me out of my portion.  As Robert suddenly announced that he 
would have her bottom, I reached up and grabbed a handful of each of 
her ass cheeks.
         "You're going to get the ride of your life," I warned Melissa.  
Yanking her lovely little rounds hard apart, I bucked, bouncing her atop 
me.  
         Amidst screams and cries and protestations Robert took aim at 
Melissa's little hole.  He clamped her firmly by her waist as I kept my 
hands on her splayed ass.  Gretchen, who already had Mark up her, 
proved a true sportstress by breaking off and coming over to hold 
Melissa down.  She pressed down on the girl's shoulders, her own 
perfect breasts wobbling to and fro above Melissa's frantically 
twisting head.  Mark, sensing a new opportunity, cupped Gretchen's 
bottom and began working himself up her own hole from behind.
         Robert lanced Melissa's crinkled orifice, even as his own wife 
received a similar salute from Robert.  Together they worked their 
organs up the clenching channels, calling out encouragement to one 
another.
         "God!  This is the tightest cherry ass I ever took," Robert swore.
         "Your wife is no buttered chute herself," Mark said.  "How often 
have you fucked her back here?"
         "Not nearly as many times as I'd like to.  She's shy about her ass," 
Robert said.
         Threshing above me, Melissa shook her brunette tresses all about.  
She begged to be let up.  I let her up all right, bucking like a rodeo 
stallion beneath her.  Each rearing of my ass sent hers bouncing into 
Robert, shoving his stiff organ farther up her.
         "Noo, noo, noo," Melissa pleaded, but there was no reprieve for her.  
The shapely bottom which she so proudly displayed at her coming out 
party was rent apart, stabbed, filled.  Robert's penis burrowed all the 
way up.  He did not spare her a single inch.  Triumphant at last, the 
first male to conquer her ass, he savored his achievement.  
         "Good girl, good girl," Gretchen cooed, stroking Melissa's cheek, as 
her husband held himself within her sucking hole.  His balls banged 
sweetly against Melissa's quim, and when he relaxed his stance they 
squished nicely against the offered curves of my own heinie. 
         As for Gretchen, she was invaded completely by Mark, whose 
penis rivalled that of her much older husband.  It took a significant 
concentration of her will for her to console Melissa even as she 
suffered Mark's assault.
         "Sir, I challenge you to a race, the winner being the last, of 
course, to cum," Mark said, addressing Robert.
         "A bit unfair odds, don't you think?" Robert asked, adjusting 
himself inside Melissa's clenching bottom as a tremor of pleasure 
washed over him.
         "You're older and more experienced," Mark said.
         "All right, but there must be a punishment for the man who 
improvidently spills his seed first," Robert replied.
         "He will have his balls cinched up in a cock ring and wear a butt 
plug all day tomorrow," Mark offered, thinking himself certain to win.
         "So be it," Robert agreed.  They saluted one another.  
         As Mark withdrew his own penis to the tip Robert suddenly cursed 
aloud and announced his own sword was stuck.  I couldn't help laughing, 
and gave an extra vigorous leap with my hindquarters to help him.  
         "OOOWWW!" Melissa shouted, having apparently gotten even more 
thoroughly impaled upon Robert.  But he did afterward manage to 
withdraw a bit, and with additional helpful rearings from me he was 
soon urging himself in and out.  He went slowly, gently, suavely 
caressing Melissa's quivering bottom cheeks.  Looking down at himself 
sprouting within her he admired the gleaming firmness of her pert 
young hiney.  Springily it jutted up to him, my hands keeping it firmly 
apart.
         Poor Melissa!  She had escaped the discipline of the card-playing 
ladies only to be subjected to the greater rigors of a male up her fanny.  
I wondered if her clitty peaked to the open air as mine did, though.  It 
intrigued me to be a part of her undoing.  I guessed she was no less 
excited.  She'd flaunted her bottom, and it had been suitably admired at 
last, the only way a male could truly do so.  And she was about to enjoy 
the final tribute, a gushing of male fluid far into her rectum.
         "Oh, God!  No!" Mark cried.  His enthusiasm was getting away from 
him as Gretchen wriggled wide-eyed upon his prong.  She was enthused 
about the thought of making Mark her love slave for a day, his big balls 
stuffed inside a leather pouch, his ass plugged.  Biting her lip against 
the discomfort, she rocked her fanny upon his thrusting organ.  "No!  No!  
No!"  Mark shouted, but it was too late.  He shot his semen up her 
sucking hole and Gretchen smiled, still bug-eyed.  She had taken him.
         Robert laughed.  Then, moments later, he too fired off, sending up 
a howl from Melissa as his hot cum flooded her.

         With many sighs and shivers we at last uncoupled.  I trembled 
uncontrollably now, as Melissa rolled off me, Robert withdrew, and 
Gretchen and Mark fell apart.  I was still unsatiated.  
         "Oooo, my bottom hurts," Melissa said.  She lay on her back, her 
knees drawn up, clutching at her burning, sundered nether cheeks with 
her palms.  I stroked the insides of my thighs with my fingertips, legs 
spread, wishing, hoping, needing.
         Gretchen fetched some champagne and poured it into a glass.  
Then she inserted Mark's organ into it, making him wince at the slight 
sting.  He was already stiffening again.  Carefully she washed him, then 
dried him off with a linen handkerchief.  By the time she was done he 
was as hard as he'd ever been.  
         "Now be a good boy and go do Barbi," Gretchen whispered, pointing 
at me.       
Mark sauntered over on his knees, his big cock waggling between his 
thighs.  Seeing me and Melissa lying side by side, he decided to test his 
prowess.
         "I shall do both of you at once!" Mark announced lustily.  He told us 
both to spread our legs.  Melissa didn't want to but he yanked her legs 
down and opened them for her.  Then he stuck her first, just to keep her 
in the game, and gave her several quick strokes.  She was languid now, 
her cunt relaxed, though still girlishly tight.  He did me next, working 
himself in me longer, petting me, kissing me deeply in my mouth.  Then 
he withdrew and held himself in the air a moment, regaining his 
composure.  He poked Melissa once more, bringing new squeaks of 
complaint from her.  Back and forth he went between us, then, until at 
last he made us both shudder with a dewy orgasm.  He gave me most of 
his seed but, at the last moment, his tool steaming, withdrew and gave 
Melissa the final spurt, so that we could suffer the same fate together.
         "We're pregnant now," Melissa said to me afterward, rubbing her 
belly with her hand.  I rubbed mine and replied that we might well 
indeed be pregnant.  We kissed then, she and I, adventuresses in the 
great game of love.
         All eyes seemed to be upon us as we lay there, contentedly 
kissing.  Everyone seemed to have finished their first round of the fuck 
fest.  
         "How sweet and young they both are.  There must be dozens of 
indecencies they haven't enjoyed yet," Gretchen said, eyes glowing as 
she gazed at us.  My mouth slipped from Melissa's.  Babylike, I let my 
head loll over so I could meet Gretchen's eyes.  I smiled.  My eyes were 
lustrous, lively.  Gretchen crawled over to me.  Her pendant breasts 
swung, nipples hard.  She touched my tummy with her finger and tickled 
me.  I giggled.  "You know, dear," Gretchen said, addressing her husband.  
"We've wanted a baby.  These three arrived ready-made, naked as babies.  
Perhaps we should practise on them awhile before we have a real one of 
our own.  We could powder their bottoms, and diaper them (this would 
be something you especially could practise, dear--diapering them).  And 
of course they would need to be bottle-fed, and breast-fed, and spanked 
too, when they're naughty."  As if to emphasize this last point Gretchen 
drew up my legs by their ankles.  I was listless, utterly compliant, 
utterly carefree.  She gave my upended bottom a firm SMACK!
         "GOO!" I cried, putting a finger to the corner of my mouth.  I 
enjoyed playing baby.  Strange, how I'd been so intent on becoming a 
mature young woman, only to relish playing baby in a stranger's house.
         "It might take a season or two to become fully accomplished in 
all the parental chores," Robert speculated, clearly aroused at the 
thought of keeping two naked young girls in the house, in addition to his 
bountiful wife.
         "And of course, honey, dear little Mark...well, BIG Mark, would 
have to be our pretend child also," Gretchen reminded Robert.  I glanced 
over at my recent lover and saw his penis stiffen at the thought of 
being babied by Gretchen.
         "Ah yes, big Mark," Robert said.  He glanced at the boy's 
impressive cock.  "I may have to impart some fatherly advice now and 
then, of course." 
         "You can assign some chores to him also," Gretchen said hopefully.
         "What do you think, Mark?  Are you willing to work for your 
supper now and then to live here for free?" Robert asked him.  Mark 
blushed.
         "Well, sir, to be totally honest, I'd do most anything for a chance 
to pork that beautiful wife of yours."  His cock was fully hard again and 
ready for action.
         "And how about you, girls, would you like to stay here awhile?" 
Gretchen asked Melissa and me sweetly.  Her finger made circles 
absently on my tummy, Melissa's, then mine again, sending the two of 
us into fits of giggles.
         "Yeth," Melissa slurped, delightfully infantile.
         "Yes, I suppose I may as well," I managed to get out between bouts 
of laughter.  "I think my Argentinean spy mission is more or less a 
complete disaster by now."
         "Well then, its settled!" Gretchen said matter-of-factly.  She rose 
and walked to the kitchen, hips swaying alluringly, her bottom firm and 
full and womanly.  A moment later she returned with pills, one for each 
of us, and a glass of water for us to share.  The pills were RU-486, to 
end our pregnancies.  She took one, and Melissa and I also.  The other 
two couples, however, declined.  They wanted to bear children, they 
said, even if Gretchen was bowing out.
         As I lay there on my back, my legs carelessly askew, I let my 
mind drift forward over the days that glimmered before me; imagined 
now, soon to be real.  They seemed full of promise.  I was naked, 
without possessions, yet I would be fully cared for.  Nothing would be 
lacking.  In fact, I suspected, I would be thoroughly spoiled.  Yet 
Gretchen had mentioned spanking.  Well, I could handle that, couldn't I?  
The thought of marking white flesh with a well-tuned whip excited 
even me.  Perhaps I would be allowed to give Mark a run for his money.  
I could just see myself chasing Mark around the yard, flailing away at 
his tight, naked buns.  
         My thoughts were interrupted by a man.  He was one of the other 
guests.  Robert introduced him, said he wanted to try my pussy himself.  
I smiled.  I could do little else.  He was easing himself up me before I 
could even think of resisting.
         "Ah, so tight," the man groaned, and I shivered with bliss.  I felt 
an orgasm building within me almost immediately.  Gretchen appeared 
at my head, Robert opposite her.  They both twirled fingers in my blonde 
hair, my mane of gold.  Gretchen reached down, plucked at one of my 
upstanding nipples.
         "Ouch!" I said.
         "Mmm, they will look so cute clamped," Gretchen whispered to me.  
A tingling of fright ran up my spine.  Gently Robert pried open my lips.  
Gretchen produced a ball gag and pressed it between my teeth.  
         "Come, dear, you can take it," she urged.  The gag was secured in 
place even as the man twixt my legs rammed himself fully up me.  
Beside me Melissa was fitted with a gag by Robert, as a man introduced 
his cock into her cunt.  We were captives, like little caged parakeets.  I 
suspected it would be a long time before they let us free.                      

Chapter Eight

         Melissa and I were permitted to spend the entire next day resting 
from our labors.  When I awoke, late in the afternoon, my titties were 
still sore.  The tips of the cones had been sucked on ardently, by 
everyone.  Even the ladies.  I walked awkwardly to the bathroom, my 
legs stiff.  When I sat down on the toilet to have a pee and B/M my anus 
protested at being stretched once more, even if just to let out my 
turds.  Melissa came stumbling in a few minutes later.  Weakly she 
plopped down in my lap, facing me, and shitted out her own cum-laced 
logs.  Neither of us spoke.  We just moaned softly, groaning, enjoying 
the sweet fatigue, the tenderness.  It meant we'd performed our duties 
well, in the bedchamber, the room with the mats.  Everyone young 
woman admires herself when her groom takes her and she is able to 
meet his expectations.  I'd been made to work hard by three men, and 
their wives, yet I'd come through it all with their compliments.  They'd 
praised me and carried me up to the bedroom at last; limp, listless, my 
mouth practically drowning in semen, my cunt overflowing with it.  
Open-mouthed I was gently laid upon the bedsheets.  They arranged my 
legs, admiring their slimness.  I no longer had the power to control 
them.  My will was sapped at last.  I'd been gagged, ungagged, threaded 
with dildoes, impaled on cocks.  I felt like a rag doll, cast off 
merchandise in a Goodwill store.  But each lady kissed me, patted my 
forehead.
         "You've done well, dear, very well," a female voice whispered.  I 
cannot now remember who it was. 

ANONYMOUS FESSES UP
by Andrew Roller

         Well, I admit it.  You see, IÕd spent a lot of time sitting around 
watching C-SPAN in 1992.  And I thought to myself, ÒWhat a waste.  Here I 
watched all this stuff, and all we did was elect that dolt Clinton.Ó  And 
then I thought, ÒWhy not write a book about it?Ó  So I did.  I called it 
Primary Colors.  I was going to call it Naughty Naked President, but the 
publisher said that would be too Òindiscreet.Ó  Appropriate, but indiscreet.  
ItÕs an east coast thing.
         And I was wondering, ÒGee, IÕm a famous author already, known for a 
certain type of literature.Ó  This was lower-class stuff, Primary Colors, 
about some idiot running for president who canÕt keep his pants on.  So I 
didnÕt want to say it was by me.  ÒAnonymousÓ seemed to fit the bill quite 
nicely.  But I knew the Washington Establishment would want to know who 
really wrote it.  So I decided to blame it all on a Jew.  IÕd read lots of Joe 
KleinÕs columns in Newsweek and (being, at the time, a Buchanan 
supporter), I figured IÕd pattern my writing after his so he would get in 
trouble, get sued, etc., and not me.  Except for a little ghosting done by 
Elvis, though, the book is actually all mine.  I mention this because, so far, 
my royalty checks seem to be getting misdelivered.

AND IN THE END...

         ÒTim Hutton...becomes intrigued by the precocious 13-year-old 
next door (played by Natalie Portman, a teenybopper with charisma to 
spare).Ó  

         ÒEducators in Australia distributed miniature training condoms to 
schoolboys between the ages of eight and 12.  ...The minirubbers [are 
made] all the more appealing with bright colors, pictures of rock stars 
and positive messages about safe sex.  A majority of teachers and 
parents support the campaign.Ó

         -- from Playboy, April 1996, pgs. 25 and 43.

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