Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 123
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Holland Hunnies
Chapter One
Elegina returned to her place behind me. She eyed my fanny. I stuck
it out for her. I did not want to but knew something more awful waited if
I didnÕt. Extra strokes, perhaps, or something worse. I wanted to get this
over with, whatever it was. The moon rose higher outside, casting
moonlight on my bosoms.
WHACK! In came the strap. IÕd never been spanked before today. My
daddy had been indulgent. His belts hung sterile in his closet, used only to
keep his waistline constricted. HeÕd had a big tummy, hanging out over his
belt. A teddy bear, I liked him. But I wanted someone stronger, more
physical, for myself. He was mommieÕs boyfriend. Wriggling in my bonds I
felt my boobies wobbling freely. I remembered my training bra, bought to
shape them correctly, remembered how mommie had always insisted I not
leave the house without my bra on. She didnÕt know about the high school
dance where weÕd shed our tops, danced in the moonlight with our boobies
swinging as freely as we wished. WeÕd been Pagans, unbelievers while our
Christian parents slumbered, worrying when weÕd be home.
Now, suddenly, I was as free as IÕd been then, that one night. Once
again I was all exposed, my titties flying, my hair a mess. I loved it yet I
hated it. Only TomÕs cock kept me compliant. I stuck out my heinie as
best I could, waiting for the strap, not wishing it but loving how it made
my titties shake when it hit. I would ruin them, make them sag from all
my naughty dancing.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The indignity of the whipping continued,
butt searing, my cunt on fire, my breasts absolutely uninhibited. I cried
and shrieked and moaned within my gag. Finally I wept, yet the strapping
continued unabated.
At last, the moon risen above the height of the window, gone into the
clouds, hands came to my wrists. Lovingly they unbuckled me, let me
down. My boots were left on but released from their iron shackles.
Wobblingly, awkwardly, ungainly as a yearling in my stance and stride I
was taken down from the dais. Tom and Elegina and Samantha all helped
me, complimenting me as we walked together back into our private
dungeon. I simpered, cried some more. Samantha drew the curtain closed.
We threaded through machines, came to a wooden bench. Elegina unfurled
a soft towel and I was laid upon the bench like some Eastern princess. I
saw oils, unguents nearby. They spread my legs out, dropping my feet to
the floor. Soft hands, coated with warm scented oil, came to my bottom.
I gripped the bench. I bit my lip, no longer in possession of my bit.
It had been removed as they undid my wrists, my ankles. Biting my lip,
trying not to bite to hard yet shocked at their touch, I trembled as they
smoothed warm salve over my injured bottom.
ÒYou did well, very well,Ó Elegina told me. I shook as she and
Samantha tended to me, finding scalded flesh wherever their fingers
roamed.
ÒNot you, Tom! You have callouses on your fingers!Ó Samantha
snapped in her squeaky, high-pitched voice. He withdrew, came forward.
Bending low he offered me his cock.
ÒDo not bite it,Ó he warned. ÒSuck only. Suck as hard as you wish,
however painful it is, suck harder. It will help relieve your suffering.Ó
Gladly I popped open my mouth, sparing my lip. I drew him in, sucked hard
upon his plum, kept my teeth off it.
ÒGood, good,Ó he urged. He pushed more of himself into me. I gagged,
got hold of him. He eased in a little more. I was not an expert at sucking
cock. Only my boyfriendÕs, and then only recently, mostly on our European
trip. It would be an eye-opening experience, heÕd promised me, offering
me his cock on our first night. It had proven to be so.
Upon the downy softness of the towel I wriggled, my bottom on fire.
Elegina and Samantha soothed me, pouring oil liberally on my heinie,
patting it in when I flinched to much for them to stroke it. Tom, eager to
get rid of his seed, began fucking my mouth. I would not deny him. I
wished to hold him but Elegina, sensing my desire, not wanting Tom to be
any more encouraged than he already was, drew my arms behind me. She
crossed them over my back and cuffed them together. I did not care. I had
TomÕs cock, I would claim his seed for myself with my mouth alone if need
be. Tom seemed more excited by my new captivity and fucked me harder,
more vigorously. He was fast approaching the edge. He did not want to
have to walk back down the sloping side of the wave. He wanted to ride it,
right on top, and go crashing into the shoreline upon it.
Elegina rose from buckling my hands and walked behind Tom. She
still held the gentlemenÕs belt. It swung lazily, with quiet confidence.
ÒTom, I will whip you if you donÕt take your cock out of that girlÕs
mouth this instant!Ó Elegina ordered.
ÒWhip me, then,Ó Tom replied. He stuck out his haunches at her, even
as he prepared to plunge another cock thrust into me. In it came, and
across his ass came the belt!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Elegina hit him with the bitterness of a
jilted lover, a scorned woman. Even Samantha, still playing sweetly at my
bottom, singing to herself and pouring oils out, looked up. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! Tom flinched at each blow, pumped me with abandon.
ÒYes, make me cum, it feels good,Ó he taunted Elegina in a low, gruff
voice. I had no doubt being spanked by such a beautiful woman did indeed
make him all the more eager. Hair flying, breasts swaying, Elegina gave
him his due. She was absolutely gorgeous, fit to be anybodyÕs runway
model, yet here she was bare and sweating, her hair beyond repair, flailing
away at TomÕs hard ass. He grunted, groaned. I mewed helplessly over his
inthrusting dick, nearly gagging now on each deep-plunging stroke.
Samantha mounted me in back and did her best to rub her pussy upon my
upturned bottom cheeks, her legs spread wide across them. I screeched,
awash in pain as she rubbed herself with abandon. I could do nothing. I
was meat, nothing more, a soft hole in front and bulging assflesh in back.
They took their pleasure on me.
ÒAughghgh!Ó Tom cried at last, and I lost all hope of breathing as an
ingushing torrent of seed filled my throat. Behind me Samantha bounced
cruelly upon my ass, absolutely oblivious to my suffering heinieÕs tender
condition. She gave up trying to use my ass to fuck herself, used it only as
a seat as she rubbed herself with both her hands. Deep in her hungry little
cunt she thrust them, mewling with pleasure. Elegina scolded her, but did
not go over to get her off me. Instead she began rubbing her own puss with
her free hand, still whacking Tom with her other. I was the only one left
unpleasured, my pussy on fire and no one feeding it. Suckingly greedily on
TomÕs cock I nonetheless tried with my full mouth to get someone to loose
my hands. It was no use. Nobody heard me. Nobody cared.
Spent at last, released from his sperm-dominated prison, Tom kept
fucking me orally until his member gave out. Then he stepped away, his
manhood down at last, tamed. Elegina finished herself about that time and
stood ladylike once more. She was still a stunning runway model, save for
the wetness between her thighs, and her wet fingers. Tom went behind
me, got little Samantha off me. She was still rubbing herself, trying for
yet more orgasms.
ÒStop her, dear. Such a naughty girl,Ó Elegina ordered Tom. He made
her cease her rubbings. Elegina bent over me and loosed my own hands.
ÒRub yourself, honey. Make yourself come for us like I know you want to,Ó
she told me. With glorious abandon I arched my hips, lifting my bottom
briefly, and got my hands underneath me. Then I settled vigorously down
on the soft, downy towel and began to masturbate. With no thought at all
of how immoral it was, still feeling the awful stinging in my bottom, my
mouth overflowing with TomÕs sperm, I rubbed away. My first orgasm
came quickly and I screamed through three more. The others stood
laughing, watching me, enjoying my selfish spectacle.
Elegina unlocked our dungeon. We walked out and she led us to a
kitchen. Others were there, snacking and enjoying the afterglow of their
own orgasmic ordeals. Fresh from our spendings we came, unwashed,
unkempt. Nobody minded. They gazed with approval at our flushed bodies,
our bright cheeks, the wetness of our cunts. TomÕs cock dripped sperm,
still huge but somewhat deflated now. We were offered crackers, fruit.
We ate happily. It was warm in the kitchen. A fire flickered nearby. A
girl, standing with her back to it, warmed her bottom. My own was
admired, the marks traced with inquisitive fingers that made me flinch
and gasp. I could not wear panties, I hurt too much. Yet to walk bare
insured that some admirer would touch me there, stroke me where I could
not even bear the feel of silken undies. I managed as best I could, though
every now and then some pleasant conversation IÕd just gotten into would
be interrupted. IÕd jerk, theyÕd laugh. I was their pet still.
ÒWho else do you like?Ó A girl asked me, munching a crouton. She
held it delicately poised between her fingers.
ÒI do not know,Ó I replied.
ÒDonÕt fear, there is plenty of KY oil and such here,Ó she said. ÒYou
can fuck all night. Pick someone, anyone, and let him show you his stuff.Ó
She smiled at me, wantonly, luringly. I glanced around at all the men. A
few were stiff again, I decided to select amongst those. I did not want to
wait. ÒHe is nice,Ó my companion said, following my gaze. ÒYou are very
pretty. He will not deny you. Hurry before some other female claims him.Ó
I felt strangely shy, despite my absolute nudity, my degraded
condition. We were all immoral here. Yet there was a beauty in our
mussed hair, our hot bodies, slick with our moisture. There was a redhead
talking to my intended beau. Her curls bounced as she spoke. She wiggled
before him like a saleslady intent on selling something.
ÒCome,Ó my new girlfriend, unnamed, ordered me. She took me by
the elbow and drew me over to him. His eyes turned, widened with
pleasure. Every man thinks he can entertain as many females as he sees.
My companion elbowed his dream date out of the way, the redhead, and
presented me instead. I could tell he thought me even better than she. The
redhead saw it too and let an inquiring man draw her attention away. I did
not wish to rob her yet, war was war.
ÒShe wants you to fuck her,Ó my newfound girlfriend said to him. I
did not know his name. I only knew the size of his cock. It was nice. Long
and hard and thick. Everything a girl could want. His name did not matter.
My girlfriend reached between his legs, sparing him nothing. She felt his
balls. ÒGood,Ó she said, her voice complimentary. ÒYou are full. Get on
with it, man. Give this girl the fucking she so richly deserves.Ó
ÒWhat glorious sluts!Ó our suitor exclaimed.
ÒNot yet,Ó my companion replied. ÒBut we will be when youÕre
through with us, wonÕt we?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó he said. He turned us both about and took us each by the
arm. Walking in close step with him we proceeded out of the kitchen. On
our way out my girlfriend reached, grabbed some KY for both of us. It sat
on the counter, available for all who needed it. I knew not how long we
would be at this new game, nor did she.
ÒThere are mattresses down here,Ó our boyfriend said, leading us to
a room along the hall. He swung open the door. Inside in dim light, softly
lit by candles, was a room with mattresses end to end on the floor. There
was nothing else. Soft moans, grunts came to our ears. A couple was near
the back, fucking passionately. They looked up.
ÒYou do not mind?Ó our host asked them.
ÒNo, not at all,Ó they replied, barely missing a stroke in their
fucking.
ÒCome,Ó our host answered, leading us forward onto the makeshift
bed. We stumbled onto the springy surface with him, quickly got down on
our knees. Delilah, as I thought of her, though I knew not her name, arched
her back and brushed back her hair, the very picture of feminine
efficiency. Then she took the KY tube sheÕd brought and opened it.
ÒGive me your cock, dear, we girls are not as wet as when you first
arrived,Ó Delilah said to him who I now named Samson. He presented his
organ, thrusting it at her, eager to get on with his pleasure inside us. The
perfect tease, she stroked him first, told him to settle down.
ÒWe are ladies, dear boy. DonÕt just stick your penis out at me,Ó
Delilah scolded.
ÒI thought thatÕs what you wanted!Ó Samson protested.
ÒOh, alright. WeÕll dispense with introductions,Ó I suppose, Delilah
answered, hoping I guessed to be asked her name at least. Samson the
Uncaring stuck his cock forward, all business, or rather; all pleasure.
Pleasure was business in this case, and he was ready to get off. Delilah
soothed some jelly onto his dick to make it slick. Satisfied, he turned to
me.
ÒYou first,Ó he said.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Penthouse Comix, November 1996, $4.95. 1-800-829-9825.
Review: A long time ago I decided not to subscribe to this
publication. Then, when I discovered the (well-drawn version of)
Bethlehem Steele, I signed up right away and bought all the back issues.
(Who can argue with stories about a beautiful blonde suffering sexual
torments?)
Then, guess what? Bethlehem Steele disappeared from the
magazine. So I was pretty bummed-out about that. Then, three issues ago,
a lovely sex doll showed up, named Pinocchia. The fundament(al) point of
every story is that she gets her heinie whipped.
Strangely, I might never have discovered Pinocchia. I am a
subscriber to Penthouse Comix, but since Bethlehem Steele was gone I
would just basically flip the pages when a new issue arrived and then file
it with all my others. (On the back of my toilet.)
However, the September issue of Penthouse Comix never showed up.
So I ordered another copy. Eventually, it arrived.
As I was flipping through the September issue of Penthouse Comix, I
discovered a horrendous fact! It was worse even than an asteroid hitting
the earth, or child sexual abuse. It was this discovery: certain panels of
Penthouse Comix were deliberately whited out! Gone! Nothing but white
space. And, in studying this hideous act, I realized that Bob Guccione
himself had ordered the panels whited out, because this particular issue
was supposed to go to Canada! (TheyÕre very pure up there. None of them
masturbate or look at girls or anything.)
Worse, guess which panels of Penthouse Comix were whited out?
Pinocchia getting her heinie whipped! I almost committed suicide but, at
the last moment, I realized there would be no perverts in my community if
I killed myself. So I took heart, and called Penthouse. They said theyÕd
send me (yet another) replacement issue.
After about a week of waiting for it, I decided I couldnÕt hold on any
longer. I went to Tower Books and bought myself a copy and lived happily
ever after.
Now, the November issue of Penthouse Comix has arrived. As soon as
I heard the mailman coming I got my pants off so IÕd be ready for it.
Well! First, the November issue arrived in a damaged condition.
Second, itÕs a piece of shit. ThereÕs no Pinocchia or Bethlehem Steele.
The comics, instead of being well drawn, are all crap. IÕm supposed to be
enthralled, I guess, that the lead story is by Richard Corben, but it doesnÕt
feature human beings. And there are no cute girls being sexually
tormented or getting their heinies whipped.
The cover is pretty good. It shows a young woman in the proper
position (bent over), and it shows various people (including a woman!)
looking at her cunt and her heinie. But guess where that particular story
is, that goes with the cover? ItÕs not in the November Penthouse Comix.
ItÕs in the November Penthouse magazine! And guess what? Even though
IÕm a subscriber to Penthouse magazine, I didnÕt get that issue in the mail
either! (LifeÕs tough being a pervert.)
There are only two good things in the November issue of Penthouse
Comix. TheyÕre both ads. One is on the inside front cover, by Ona Zee. It
is really great. She is selling Clit Clips, ÒTittie TwinklersÓ (nipple
clasps), and other items. She provides a nice photo of each item. The
inside back cover is an ad featuring a big, glorious photo of Penthouse Pet
Elizabeth.
So there you have it. A complete issue of Penthouse Comix wasted.
Hopefully by next month theyÕll get their act together again.
HOLY JOEÕS HELP LINE
ÒI was wondering why there wasn't any stories about babies with
mother or baby with babysitter. Can someone please post these types of
stories?Ó writes modelesq@ix.netcom.com
BABYÕS BONER
by holy joe
Little baby was lying in his crib waiting while Mommie changed his
diapers. His naked pecker stood up straight. Just one inch, but baby was
quite proud of it. As he lay in his crib, with his little head resting softly
on his pillow, he stared up at his motherÕs breasts. She was fresh from
her bath and hadn't put her bra on yet. They hung down all plump, with
their nipples just a little erect from her towelling off.
Mother glanced down at baby, trying to ignore his straight pecker.
"Perhaps he needs to feed," mother thought to herself.
"What a great pair of knockers," Baby thought to himself. And he
began crying so he could suck on them.
And he wondered if, in sucking on them, he could somehow find an
excuse to wedge his dick between them.
ÒWell, perhaps after heÕs circumcised he wonÕt be so aroused,Ó
mother thought to herself. ÒThatÕs what the doctor said, anyway. I hope
heÕs right.Ó She wrapped baby in his new diapers.
ÒYes, baby, mommie loves you!Ó Mother smiled.
AND IN THE END...
AMERICA: LAND OF LIBERTY
ÒThe school board in Millis, Mass., has gone so far as to ban hand-
holding.Ó
- Newsweek, October 21, 1996, pg. 72.
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