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Subject: FUCK DECENCY 251 Cunt Castle (nnd)
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 251
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Two
"Please leave the door unlocked, Maria," Bev told her. "You may
stay yourself if you like." Maria nodded politely, in her rustic way, that
she would not. Rose was downstairs and no doubt would need her. "Then put
the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door but, if you please, drape a condom over
it," Bev instructed. She took me by the hand to the bed and reached over to
the tray and lifted a condom from it, handing it to Maria. "People will
understand what it means, I hope. It means they can enter and watch, or
perhaps play, with our permission."
Maria nodded, turned and left. She switched the Do Not Disturb sign
from the inside handle to the outside handle of our door as she departed.
Then Bev clapped her hand to my naked bottom and urged me up onto the bed.
"Don't knock over Jack's tray, you'll scald his balls," Bev told me with a
merry note in her voice as I scrambled across the bed on my hands and knees.
She got up after me, and I found myself facing her across Jack's legs with
his dong sticking up underneath us. Beyond, the tray waited. Bev took my
face in her hands and kissed me freely upon my mouth. Relenting, I let her
probe inside with her tongue and, although I fought her a little at first, I
soon found myself responding my sticking my own tongue in her mouth when I
could. Jack watched all, his huge organ trembling with delight. I knew he
must have wished he could stroke himself but I sensed he was too excited
already to do that.
"Let's play with his penis," Bev urged me when she finally let me
get some air from her kiss. I caught my breath, feeling my boobies wobble
within my corset, and then picked up the honey bottle from the tray as Bev
took hold of the chocolate syrup.
Bev looked at me and we both felt the need to kiss again. As we
kissed a second time, briefly letting our gooey treats fall from our hands,
she clasped each of my breasts. When she had given each a good squeeze she
undid the ties. My bosoms sprang from within their cups, offering themselves
to her and Jake even as they remained surrounded at their base by the lacy
holes in my corselette. Bev cupped each of my breasts and squeezed them
hard, almost making me yelp. Then she bent and put her lips to them and,
suckling them, bit them too, just a little, to remind me she was in charge, I
guess. I begged her to stop. I was scared. But she did no more than put
little teeth marks in the stems of my nipples which I could only guess were
there. I could not see them. It's not too easy to see teeth marks on your
nipples.
I sighed at her boldness. I picked up my honey bottle and squirted
honey onto the tips of each of her squeezingly offered teats. A little ran
down onto the front of her bustier.
"Oh! Look what you've done! You've gotten honey on my bustier!"
Bev scolded me.
"I'm sorry," I replied truthfully. I bent and began licking at her
nipples first, to get off the honey I'd playfully squirted there.
Bev reached down to my hips and undid, one by one, the pre-tied
drawstrings of my panties, which I'd only had to adjust, not lace together,
after putting them on. Now, in short order, the work was undone, completely,
and I felt them slip away from me, with only the part wedged in the lips of
my pussy hanging on. Bev lifted my face from her boobs and bent her head way
down. She placed her palms within my thighs, urged them apart, and bit the
dangling fabric of my panties. With a simple tug she nipped them out of my
puss. I was quite naked there now, just as I'd been before, but with a tight
corset binding my middle (though not, any longer, my boobs) and stockings and
gloves and heels on.
"Crawl up to the head of the bed and let Jack give your pussy a
licking," Bev told me. I was about to comply when she stayed me, picked up
the whipped cream, and handed it to me. "He'll want to clean me out," she
said simply. "Put some in my panties so he can do me after he does you."
Gaily, not minding in the least, I pulled open the front of her delicate
panties and filled it up with whipped cream. She discarded her see-through
robe behind her just as I did it, to get it out of the way. Jack watched all
with his cock and balls tense, loving it, but longing for us too, I knew.
Why is it that we girls are happiest when we force men to wait? I don't
know.
With Bev properly creamed, we both had the sudden idea of decorating
Jack's handy cock. Bev took the Hershey's syrup and upended it and dribbled
chocolate all over Jack's cock while I watched with baited breath. Then it
was my turn. I got to top him off with whipped cream.
"I'll race you to the bottom!" Bev told me. I couldn't resist.
With Jack howling with pleasure, we both licked our way all the way down his
shaft. Every moment I was sure he'd replace the whipped cream we'd licked
off his peehole with bubbling white sperm of his own. But somehow, he
survived. When we got down to his nuts we each took one in our lips and
sucked him hard, making him shout that he felt like he was being castrated!
"Okay, now a little treat for your hiney hole," Bev told me.
"No!" I protested, but she took me by the hair, bent me over,
pressing my face into Jack's cock, actually bending him down under my face,
and put the tip of the Hershey's bottle to my anus. I was so anxious about
getting messy that I didn't even realize how wonderful it was to have her
boyfriend's iron rod being bent down under my face cheek. I felt an oozing
squirt and the next thing I knew Bev had shot chocolate syrup up my ass!
"Okay, now up top so he can tongue-fuck you into oblivion," Bev told
me. Our night was begun. From now on, I knew, it would be one long orgy of
mouths and hands and holes to genitals, over and over, with no stopping until
I was called away or we dropped from exhaustion. Too crazy with lust to say
no, I hustled my heinie up to Jack's face and sat myself on his unshaven jaw.
I was wild! His bristly face was pressed up between my creamy
thighs, and I found myself clamping myself to him with my legs, letting his
calloused palms find my bottomcheeks and stroke and cup them, pinching them a
little, though not enough to leave marks. As my white bottom settled onto
her lover's face and occupied his hands, Bev took up position at Jack's cock.
She undid tiny ties underneath her pussy lips, making her modest panties
into crotchless ones. The whipped cream I'd squirted in her began to ooze
out a little, but she acted too quick for much of it to escape. She mounted
Jack, getting herself over his erection, then putting him in her with some
difficulty. I guessed she'd had even less sex than she'd let on to. Jack
bucked his hips a few times, to lodge himself deeper, but otherwise kept his
hands glued to my asscheeks and his face in my pussy. Somehow, he kept our
tray steady on his belly, despite our shenanigans. I wondered if he'd had a
job once as a waiter, perhaps delivering singing telegram trays?
I cried out with glee as Jack drove his tongue between my female
lips. In back he inquired of my drippy chocolate-anointed hiney hole with
his finger. He lifted his finger to my mouth and, after a moment's attempt
at evasion by me, forced me to lick his finger clean.
"Oh, Godddd!" Bev cried behind me. She was getting the full force
of his erection now, and it was, I speculated, stretching her to new heights
she'd never reached before. To save Jack or herself a scalding, she picked
up the cups of cocoa and flung them against the priceless walls of the room.
The cups, splashing their contents on the wall, shattered and fell to the
floor. I hoped we all wouldn't be made to pay for that indiscretion.
Bev rode Jack with as much abandon as she could muster, given her
tightness and his length. At last he spurted within her. She collapsed onto
the tray. Her boobs mingled in the syrupy pancakes with their fresh
strawberry topping. Screaming, I let Jack, who had a tongue as large as some
men's penises, fuck me up my cunt until I'd crested into several orgasms and
could take no more. Finally I drew myself off him, my pussy wet and my mouth
smeared with chocolate syrup that had begun the night in my ass.
"Come and clean me, bitch!" Bev ordered. I crawled to her and she
knelt up again, letting Jack rest a bit within her cunny before enlarging
again. I knelt before her and, as Jack continued to find my butthole a fun
place for his finger, I lapped up the syrup on the front of her bodice. When
I reached her panties I could not stop. I opened them and played within with
my tongue. I licked and licked and lapped and licked until I scooped all the
whipped cream out with my tongue, the very cream I'd so naughtily squirted
there 20 minutes before, relishing my defilement of her, never suspecting I'd
be given the job of cleaning her out. With his cock still encased in her
cunt, there was no chance of the whipped cream escaping through Bev's
crotchless panties. But when I'd licked it all out I stuck my tongue down
deep within her panties and licked around his shaft. It was full again,
bulging with his need. Bev began to rock on him and Jack switched to
masturbating my cunt with his hand. The three of us went at it again, Bev
still possessively keeping hold of Jack's rod, me like a little kitty-cat in
her master's bed, getting my pussy fondled as my two masters made love.
"Well, Jack, are you empty yet?" Bev asked him when at last we'd
slowed down enough for a rest. Bev had just dismounted from him and he
looked up at both of us with gleaming eyes.
"I doubt it," Jack replied. And I knew what he meant. What young
stud would stop after just two spurts?
"As soon as you're hard again we'll put Fleury atop you," Bev told
him. "She needs some of your sperm too."
"Okay," Jack answered, a big dumb okay from a big guy. I didn't
know him well enough yet to know whether he was smart or dumb.
"It's up to us to make him hard again, Fleury. Think you're up to
it?" Bev asked me.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered her. And I gave her a crisp salute,
kneeling there on the bed, with chocolate up my ass and my cunny wet with my
pleasure and my bosoms and bottom exposed despite my bearhug-tight
corselette. For her part, Bev was in a much-licked bustier, her titties
showing their ruby tips and her cunny dripping out Jack's sperm. We both had
ribbons in our hair, to keep it pinned up, and I knew we looked absolutely
sexy dressed yet undressed like this. I eyes Jack's balls and saw them
drawing upward again already, promising yet more fulfillment.
"Turn around and show me your ass," Bev told me, picking up her crop
from where it lay half-hidden amidst the bedcovers. "I want to pay you back
for all the sperm you're going to steal from my boyfriend."
"I'm-I'm really not into that," I said, my voice suddenly wavering,
my tits wobbling nudely on my chest, sticking out from the holes in my
corselette.
"She must be whipped later tonight, by Branson," Jack told Bev.
"Her bottom is reserved for him."
"Oh! Branson! He's such a brute!" Bev gasped. "Let me see your
poor bottom! How awful it will tomorrow, after your visit to him! I'll kiss
it for you right now, to help it get better before he even begins. You'll
need it, belive me!"
I turned around, not knowing what else to do. Putting down the crop
(which gave me a great sigh of relief), Bev came up behind me and began
kissing my ass very diligently. She did not bite it as she'd bitten my
nipples. She kissed it very tenderly, patting it with her hands consolingly,
and finally laving her tongue up and down my ass crack, for I'd been told
that Branson would not even let me keep that part of myself private from him
and his whip. With kissing lips she sucked all the chocolate syrup out of my
ass. I was glad Hershey's made such good syrup!
Constricted within the corselette, my bottom felt huge. Her tongue
speared it as one might spear a ripe peach. I felt utterly female, fucked up
my ass by her pretty tongue while Jack, his own member now starting to rise,
prepared me for it by diddling my clit with his fingers.
Soon I was ready. Jack stood tall, and he'd encouraged me close to
the brink of orgasm yet again. I was helped down to his waist by Bev. She
assisted me in straddling him, and depressed his cock a little at the pee
hole so I could get my smaller, child's frame, atop him. Then she got behind
me and bore down on my shoulders. Gazing downward, I watched with gaping
eyes as Jack's organ drilled up into my cunny. He pushed the tray of food
off his belly as he realized what a job (and a pleasure, no doubt!) it would
be to ram himself up my tight cunt.
I gasped as his fullness went deeper and deeper.
"No," I begged, but Bev kept her hands pressed to my shoulders and
there was no stopping Jack, especially when he gave his hips an upward
thrust.
Suddenly the door opened. I turned, my mouth wide, my eyes almost
popping out of my head, and saw to my disbelief that Andre and Louis were
standing there, with Rose inbetween them. Slyly she unzipped their flies
even as our eyes met. Digging within them, she drew forth their flaming
rods, all pinkly fleshed and ripe with pre-cum.
"Yes, Louis, watch as another fucks your love. See how big his tool
is. Bigger than yours, even. Are you jealous?" Rose asked.
Louis nodded.
"She will be punished for it by Branson, I can assure you," Rose
replied. Polly peeked over Rose's shoulder.
"Poooolleee!" I cried as, finding deep purchase within me, Jack
began jabbing up and down with his organ, jack-hammer like, befitting his
name, with my poor little cunt required to receive every heart-rending
stroke.
"Good, good," Bev told me, and stayed right behind me, not running
to service Louis, which I was most grateful for. She helped me bounce up and
down on her boyfriend and whispered words of encouragement in my ear. If she
was partly a lesbian, I was now glad for it. Any other woman would have
abandoned me for Louis, but she ignored him, preferring his eyes instead,
with her hands on me. She reached around and grabbed my breasts after
awhile, milking them heartily with her hands, still whispering dirty words to
me, as I screamed and cried and yowled atop Jack's ever more viciously
fucking prick.
Somewhere in our fuck-fest I collapsed in a dizziness of delight
over Jack's chest. Bev went over with me, squeezing my tits like they were
Play-Doh and bucking her hips against me, wishing, no doubt, she had
something fake on to shove up my nether hole. All the while Polly watched,
big-eyed and curious. I heard Rose slap her and warn her not to frig
herself. Louis and Andre, I saw through bleared eyes, stood and massaged
their big organs, quite freely, with Rose encouraging them to spill their
seed on her carpet, which I knew they didn't want to do. No man does. Even
as he rubs himself he hopes never to cum, yet is so overwhelmed by his
pleasure that he can't stop, yet fears to go on. At least, in the case of
Louis and Andre, they were jerking off to a live girl, namely me, not some
bathroom magazine or pervert's story on the Net!
BOOK REVIEW
by holy joe
We Were Soldiers Once... and Young, by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (Ret.).
Publisher: Random House. ISBN: 0-679-41158-5
Review: Have you ever felt yourself surrounded on all sides by
enemies, with no hope of relief? I enjoy reading books reminiscent of the
Alamo, where desperate men face incredible odds against an overwhelming
enemy. Everything is very clearly defined in such a story. "We Were
Soldiers" is just such a story.
"We Were Soldiers" is a minute-by-minute recounting of the Battle of
the Ia Drang, in Vietnam. Moore, the author, knows his subject well. He was
the commanding officer of the soldiers who found themselves trapped and
surrounded in this battle.
The battle happened early in the Vietnam war and, like much in that
war, came as a surprise to the men who were forced to fight it. They find
themselves completely cut off from other American ground forces, and
surrounded by huge numbers of North Vietnamese Army soldiers. The Americans
can only be resupplied by air. The helicopters attempting the resupply are
frequently shot down.
I hesitate to go too deeply into the full contents of this book,
because just when you think all will be well, in the final chapters, even
deeper horrors erupt around the survivors of the original battle.
The beginning of this book, to me, was a total bore. But once the
battle gets going you'll barely be able to put this book down. The great
thing about it is that it's totally true. Any lesson you're able to draw
from it is a lesson from real life, not a lesson from some Hollywood movie or
from a book by an armchair theorist. The very man charged with saving his
soldiers (and, hopefully, winning the battle) recounts this gripping tale.
AND IN THE END...
RELIEF FOR VIRGINS
"Reading is a lot like sex."
- Time, April 21, 1997, pg. 102.
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