Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 193
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Three
The boys exclaimed when they saw our damaged tushies. The marks
seemed to excite some deep primal male interest in them. They were the
marks other men had ordered, mistress explained, our real owners, who
wished to let the boys know that even though they might enjoy us, we did
not belong to them. We each belonged already to a lovemaster, and he was
merely loaning us to these nerdy boys for his own. ÒThese are slaves,
boys, not mere whores. Did you know that youÕre being watched? Yes,
there are men looking right now at your naked cocks, laughing at them,
perhaps. But you canÕt bear to leave now, can you? Despite how silly you
must look to the experienced masters of these girls. Alright, boys. HereÕs
a hot dog for each of you. I want you to stick these hot dogs into each
girlÕs butthole. Do it gently, especially for Fury here, because sheÕs new
and had never been buttfucked before. As you can see, her master is still
afraid to mark her, for her bottom is white, no? She is so young and
beautiful, I had to actually FORCE him to violate her yesterday. He fears
such innocence, yet she is old enough for love, donÕt you think? Look at
that cute little ass she has! Must we wait until she is 30 and her ass is as
wide as a house before we fuck it? No, no! (Just kidding, Fury!) ThatÕs it,
spread her cheeks open, Billy, pop that hot dog right into her tiny hole. But
hold on to the end of it! If you lose that hot dog in her IÕm going to make
you pull it out with your teeth, and send you home with shit on your nose
and an ass that looks like MariaÕs here, WITHOUT your pants.Ó
I felt myself opened in back. Billy, his fingers trembling with his
need, his long cock bumping the back of my thigh, spread my springy
cheeks open, found my hole, and carefully nosed the hot dog inside me, a
little at first, then a little more.
Oh, such a feeling! It felt like somebody was trying to plug up my
butt with a champagne cork! I was reminded of my experience with
master, but this dog had no big plum-sized cockhead on the end of it.
Mistress supervised, and under her guidance, with Barbi giggling beside me
even as her own hole was violated, I felt the long dog burrow into me and
devirginate me. Up, up, up it went, making me think all the air was being
driven from my lungs. I whooshed out my breath, heard Barbi whoosh out
her own as a dog was thrust up her tushy. Hers went quicker than mine. I
was still new, sheÕd done this before, knew how to relax herself, let what
must happen proceed.
The boys got their edible cocks up us and, under mistressÕ guidance,
began pumping us with them. I wished I had a pillow to cling to. I clawed
the carpet with my nails, wishing I could get the thing out of me, wishing
IÕd been a pig and insisted on eating up all the hotdogs before mistress
could think of such a ruthless scheme. But sheÕd already planned it this
afternoon, I thought. What other crimes did she know to commit on a
young girl like me? Alas, alas! She couldnÕt even feel pity for me, I
guessed, for sheÕd been raped at 13 by her best boyfriend and had learned
to love it.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and thought of master. He was the
reason I was doing this. IÕd left mom and dad, come here, just for him. I
pretended I was on my bed at home, with my teddy bear, and found myself
wishing still for him, and knowing that what must be done must, however
agonizingly, be endured. At least if he was here watching me he was out
of the way of my father! A vision of my master, all bloody and dead,
flitted through my mind. Yes, if this is what it took to keep him safe, then
I must do it, however horrible it obviously was. In and out and in again the
hot dog dildo went, Tubby quite pleased with himself now, feeling quite
experienced and quite like a man. At last mistress let him withdraw the
shit covered dildo and she had the boys deposit them into a wastebasket.
Then, as the boys washed their hands in a little restroom, we girls came
to our senses and managed to roll over so that our fannies were once again
under us, where they belonged.
ÒLift up your shifts, girls,Ó mistress said, returning with her
troopers. ÒLet the boys see and get hold of your breasts. Let them see
your tummies, where youÕd bear babies for them if I didnÕt make them
wear condoms. Boys, this is it! Girls, bend your knees nicely now, let the
boys get right between your thighs!Ó I gasped as Tubby came hovering over
me, his sausage thick cock looking like a knockwurst in search of a
squeezing bun. He got down atop me like some dog, panting, and the next
thing I knew he was entering me. I felt tears stain my eyes. I did not
want this! His big stomach rolled atop my own, feeling heavier by the
minute. And then, before heÕd really gotten into me, I yelled loudly in my
ear and ejaculated. They all did, I think, losing themselves before they
ever made it up to the promised land, into our wombs where our
unfertilized eggs lay waiting.
Mistress made them get up then, right away. There was no use
having them exchange post-coital small talk with us. They were just
unromantic nerds, and thereÕd been no real copulation. I lay gazing up at
them, pitying them, hating them, then turned my face to BarbiÕs. Our eyes
met and we edged closer and kissed. Sara found Maria, I think, and they
kissed too. We girls lay kissing the person next to us as the boys, feeling
slightly sheepish, were hurried back into their clothes by mistress. She
ushered them to the front door, bid them goodnight, and as they exited the
house they found a taxi was already waiting for them to take them back to
their computers and their books.
ÒOhhh, are they gone?Ó I heard Maria ask.
ÒYes, Maria, which is too bad for you, because your master might
want to see you used much more ruthlessly, now that those sweet
innocent little boys are gone,Ó mistress answered.
ÒOh, when will my bottom be better?Ó Maria asked. She kicked up
her heels and clutched at the underside of her ass. Her new shoes
glittered in the rec roomÕs lights.
ÒTwo weeks at the most,Ó mistress said. ÒIF youÕre very good. If
your master doesnÕt order more. YouÕd best be on your very goodest
behavior, young lady, because if he pays me to hurt you, IÕll do it, no
questions asked. I need the money.Ó
Maria sobbed a little, pitying herself. Sara caressed her hair as we
four lay there, lovely captured birds, wondering if our masters were
watching us. Lightly I toyed with my clit, wishing for an orgasm.
Mistress came up to me and stood over me. She straddled my torso
possessively with her dangerous spiked heels, and I rolled onto my back,
breaking my nurturing kiss with Barbi, and looked up at her with innocent,
wondering eyes. I ran my fingers lightly over my smooth, flat belly, with
its almost imperceptible rise where my navel lay. In infant-fashion I put
a finger in my belly button and contemplated mistress as a child in a crib
might contemplate its mother.
ÒI do not work for free, and your master cannot pay,Ó she said to me,
her voice brusque and possessive. Amidst its feminine softness there was
a low growl, as a mother might emit when her cubs are threatened. For a
moment I thought, feeling a deep sigh of relief pass over my wobbling
breasts, that she was going to expel me from her home. After all, it was
all so new and scary. If I was to be dismissed, it would be from no fault
of my own. But instead mistress unpinned her loosely held hair, letting it
fall round her face and shoulders, and then bent down and grabbed me. She
rolled me onto my tummy as if I were a sack of potatoes. Anna alone
guessed what must happen. From the corner of my eye I saw her break
contact with Maria and rise and hurry over to the box which had held our
ball gags. From this Ôtoy box,Õ as one might call it, she plucked a hideous
thing IÕd not even contemplated before in my life! It was a long,
compassionately flexible dong, pointed at both ends with a simulated
cock-head, flange and all. Fright seized me. Right in the middle of the
dong, there was a big donut shaped ring, ringing it, that would prevent its
entering farther, on either side. Anna bent daintily and retrieved the
vaseline, which someone had thoughtfully replaced on the coffee table lest
it be needed again; mistress, I guessed, though perhaps one of the
fastidious nerds had done it. Anna lubed both ends of the wicked dong in
the vaseline. She stuck them right into the goo, not being sexy about it,
for it seemed plenty of vaseline would be needed on that dong where it
was going.
With me on my belly, unsure, scared, mistress plopped her ass down
on my thin girlish thighs. She was heavy in her maturity, with a full round
womanÕs bottom that carried the grace and dignity of a female in full
bloom, ready to bear children and become a proper mother. Mistress
spread my ass cheeks open with her long, delicate fingers. I felt as if I
were a precious flower being opened by a bee. Anna knelt beside me and
placed a consoling finger on the small of my back, just one, as if shushing
a child who might speak in church when all must be quiet.
There was a rustling behind me. Anna helped mistress strip quickly
out of her jacket, her lovely frilly bra that had shown so sexily where the
jacket had been buttoned over her breasts, its deep vee intended to reveal
a blouse, not underwear, finally coming off too. I saw the big-cupped
brassiere land on the floor and knew the nerdsÕ final wish had come true;
mistress had lost her top, her breasts were free, but they were with us no
more. They would never enjoy the twin peaks of female flesh which now
swung heavily behind me. I glanced up, over my shoulder. It looked as if
the Rockies were about to crash down upon me. Mistress, eager to have
me, bent forward and peered over her cleavage to properly insert, with
AnnaÕs help, the double-donged dildo into her pussy. The other end was
intended for me.
ÒIÕm going to Ôpop your cherry,Õ so to speak,Ó mistress told me. ÒIÕll
be as gentle as I can. This is your masterÕs payment to me, though I have
not asked his permission and he may leap out and stop me, if heÕs
watching. But if he approves, no one will save you. Assume that he
approves, my dear, for I fear you will be devirginated in a second. She
struggled to get a good bit of the big dong up her pussy, so that she would
have a penis of her very own to fuck me with.
ÒI donÕt, I donÕt--Ó I babbled. I could feel as AnnaÕs fingers joined
mistressÕ upon my derriere, the penis now firmly ensconced in mistressÕ
twat.
ÒAll girls must do this someday,Ó mistress told me.
Barbi, who had lain watching, now edged close to me and presented
herself teasingly to mistress by lying on her tummy as well, just like me.
She lay with her face to mine, and began licking and kissing my lips. I
think the ecstasy of what weÕd experienced already on this heady,
difficult night had made her crazy. Did she wish to be buttfucked by
mistress after me? Or did she just like the thrill of lying so close to
somebody who was going to suffer the assault? I felt my bottom vented
in behind, opened up by fingers as if I were being encouraged to fart. The
air of the room, cooling as the night deepened, despite our lust, touched
the hole of my butt, making me feel frisky even as I bit my lip and
prepared to be assaulted. I squirmed on my belly, a fish thrown up on a
dock, waiting, gasping, hoping for a reprieve but sensing IÕd get none.
The head of the dong, properly greased, presented itself to my virgin
hole. This would not be a hotdog, or a finger, going into me. This would, in
essence, be an organ, borne strangely by a female but penis-shaped just
the same, and with the same deep, penetrating feeling to it. I would be
riven with male cock. And mistress gloated over me now, her breasts
swaying, casting her long hair from her eyes so she could see clearly to
fuck me. Already I could feel her hot breath wafting with erotic heat
down upon my back, my bare bottom. There is a sensual presence a body
takes on when it is truly at the peak of sexual desire, fully stimulated, a
body on the brink of bursting forth with all the pent up passions that
linger in us daily, waiting for a chance to explode.
Like a tigress mistress bore down. I screeched. The thing was going
up me! Barbi pressed her hands to my face, squeezing my cheeks. She
pressed her lips to mine and inserted her tongue into my mouth even as the
pulverizing penis pushed fiercely into my butt.
ÒNo! No! No!Ó I blabbed, my mouth muffled. Mistress jabbed at my
butthole, unable to get in more than the knob into me, stopped by the very
virgin-ness she so desperately wanted to fill. ÒNo! Please!Ó I begged. My
cries went unanswered. They could barely be heard, so deeply did Barbi
penetrate me with her tongue, fucking me in my mouth as mistress ground
her fake cock into my heinie. She was penetrated more deeply at her end
even as my own butt suffered its assault. Together, for seeming hours, we
battled each other. Anna lent a hand by tickling up my cunny, reaching
awkwardly underneath mistressÕ bulging ass to find my clitty and please
me with her fingers.
ÒRise, move your butt,Ó mistress growled in my ear, bending low,
pressing her mighty bosoms to me and lifting me by my hips even as she
cock-fucked my tushy.
I lifted my bare ass a little, not wanting to, but scared to disobey
her, even though I knew the consequences. The dong pressed more firmly
within me. I whooshed out my breath. I was being riven like some
butterfly tacked to a board, still alive, my keeper watching with gleaming
eyes as I struggled to break free. It was not my wings that were clipped
to the board, though, but my hiney-hole, the most intimate part of me,
where nothing should ever go up, but only out. By my ass I was nailed
right to the floor, my mistress herself. I felt the burning, the itching, the
strong need to expel the intruder, and at the same time, amidst my
muffled cries of sorrow, I felt completely, totally possessed, even more
than when master fucked me. Deep in the pit of my womb I knew I was a
bottom, a girl who could not resist having her ass hole fucked as deeply
and thoroughly as her cunt. And I was only 13! How horrible to realize at
such a young age that you need something so awful, so terrible, as being
split open in back, teasing people with your peach and then being fucked by
them.
Mistress, with AnnaÕs help, fingered herself to orgasm. I came with
her, Anna helping, and I even bucked a little to please her, in the final
moments, when I knew IÕd been truly opened and could not be injured by
moving my backside up and down, like a stallion trying to discharge a
rider, yet hoping somehow to heÕd be broken. He would be a fine, princely
horse, bearing his king when broken, and I would be a delicate young lady,
teasing, and being fucked. It was just that simple. Mistress rode me til
her pleasure was spent. Then she dismounted from my butt, leaving the
dong in me, easing herself off her end so that, trophy-like, the dong would
remain firmly in my ass where it could be seen and admired by all. The
girls all kissed me, whispered consolations, ran their fingers down my
spine, caressed my hips, and lovingly fingered the long fat penis that
stuck up from my wide-open hole. I wept softly. I was overcome with
female emotions, a little miss riven and split, her pretty bottom on
display, all naked and popped apart. My bosoms bulged beneath me. I slept
on them as one might sleep on pillows, loving the feel of the cushiony
softness beneath me. They were so new! A year ago IÕd had just little
breast buds, now these large fat bosoms had grown from my chest and
found me, ultimately, where I was now, loved by men and admired by
women, a child no more.
From behind the screens they had hidden, the walls, the secret
compartments, our men appeared. I expected attention as I lay teary-eyed
upon the floor, but I was ignored. The girls got up and put on some music.
There was dancing. I do not know how long it lasted. I stuck my thumb in
my mouth and lay shivering upon the floor, my bottom still presenting its
penis-trophy. Food was brought and they ate and partied and fucked like
animals. There was much gaiety and laughter. I wiggled my ass now and
then, hoping to remind them of my predicament. In between bouts of self-
pity I daydreamed, seeing lumberjacks hacking down trees, carrying them
with much sweating and huffing and puffing, and at last finding me lying
on the beach and drilling them into me.
THE MALE ONSLAUGHT CONTINUES!
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