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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 309
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
With a triumphant shout Ray’s seed burst inside me. His penis
jabbed, I fought back with Kate’s hands at my bottom. Together he and I
rode, his pole in my cunny, Kate masterminding us both. Jets and jets
and more jets of sperm seemed to blast up within my womb. I moaned, I
swooned, Ray gritted his teeth and emptied himself in my softness.
When at last we were done Kate and I undid Ray from the
stocks. I could feel his juices sliding down my thighs as I worked. It
was a strange and wonderful feeling. Then we tripped upstairs, each of
us holding the other, and fell into bed.
Chapter Two
Ray was full again when we awakened. We lay in the moonlight,
letting it caress our bodies. We talked. Our hands played over each
other. Ray’s cock stuck up like a flagpole, beckoning. Another trio
might have fallen at once to fucking, but Kate kept us hungry. She
liked playing, teasing, tempting. My body felt warm and soft. My hair
nestled about my face, silver-blonde in the moonlight, trailing down
over my breasts and my ribs. Ray asked me how many times I’d fucked.
“I’m not sure. Not often,” I replied. And it was true. I was
still a little scared of sex. It’s why I usually wound up blowing boys
I met on the beach. But somehow, with Kate, I felt liberated. I felt
she was in charge and I could try things under her tutelage without
feeling guilty. She reached across Ray’s stomach and tugged at my pubic
hair.
“You might be pregnant now,” she said.
“Do you have any morning after pills?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’ve probably been fired from my lifeguard job for abandoning
my post,” Ray said.
“Your post is right here, sir,” Kate said. She tweaked his
cock with her fingers. We all laughed. I wanted, I knew she did too.
But the waiting was fun. I could feel Ray’s seed on the insides of my
thighs. It was dry now. More was up in me.
“I like it here by the beach,” Kate said. “It’s much more fun
than New York! Let’s go swimming!”
“Let me call my mom first,” I asked. I told Kate the number
and she dialed it for me. There, in the darkness, the other two
sniggering beside me, I told my mom I was at a friend’s house and
promised to do my homework. Then I hung up.
“Alright, little one, now let’s hit the beach!” Kate said. We
rolled out of her big bed and went downstairs. In the dungeon we found
our bikinis and we put them back on. My top had got kicked aside under
something and I couldn’t find it. I contented myself with just wearing
my panties. Ray, poor boy, had no suit at all. Kate and I decided it
would be fun to see if we could sneak him down to the waves with nothing
on.
“Try to lose your erection, big boy,” Kate told him. She
looked down at his penis and laughed. It was obvious he wasn’t going
anywhere, no matter what humiliation he faced if he got caught nude on
the beach. “Stay between us. I’ve got both pieces on and Kelly at
least has her panties. Maybe you won’t be seen,” Kate advised him. It
was better than nothing, I suppose, but since he was a head taller than
both of us it was doubtful that our little bodies could keep a big man
like him very well hidden.
“Or you can try wearing one of my uncle’s suits,” Kate
suggested.
“I don’t want to wear a pervert’s swimsuit,” Ray replied.
“Well, he was quite fat anyhow, so I doubt you’d fit,” Kate
replied. Our man was flat as a pancake and his stomach was separated
into nice little squares of muscle. Then, below that, sticking up from
his bush, his erection promised to find any suit, however big, too small
to contain it. Even his balls seemed giant-sized. They hung down a
little, swinging eagerly with his every lusty step.
We snuck out onto the beach. It was dark, but the moon
betrayed us. We knew we’d have to move quickly to avoid getting
caught. With Ray between Kate and myself, we made a dash down the
sand. Ray’s big thing bobbed up and down between his legs. His balls
jangled like church bells, silently, but I was temptingly aware of them,
especially once when I fell a step behind and saw with glee how all his
equipment looked from the rear. His muscled ass pumped vigorously as he
ran. His thighs were powerful. Like a snake his dick bobbed up and
down, glimpsed between his legs, a big pulsing column of flesh that
promised much in the hours ahead.
My bosoms bounced on my chest. My nipples had sprouted and I
felt like a hedonist as I ran down the beach. Kate’s breasts fell out
of her bra but she ignored them. We needed to get to the water to hide
Ray and his erection.
We reached the safety of the water. We splashed into the ocean
and submerged ourselves to our necks as quick as we could. There, under
the stars, we let our hands slip over each other’s bodies. We had a
fetish for each other’s loins and we did not deny ourselves. But we
didn’t fuck. There were two girls, just one guy. Kate and I eyed each
other but agreed, tacitly, to save Ray for inside, where we could better
take turns with him. Ray savored our closeness and let us protect him.
He was our ‘bare buns boy,’ we told him gaily. I think he liked letting
girls handle him and tell him they loved him.
At last we stole back up the beach. We took advantage of a
passing cloud over the moon to make good our escape. Back inside, we
shared a quick shower together. Then Kate took us downstairs to the
kitchen and offered us some food.
We snacked with lust in our eyes. We all knew that as soon as
we’d fed ourselves we were going back down to the dungeon. Kate might
have to report it to the police on Monday. We didn’t want to lose our
last chance to enjoy it. We gazed at each other, eating on our feet in
the kitchen, our bodies naked and fresh from the sea. We felt excited.
Ray’s penis stuck up obscenely and Kate and I had nipples as hard as
coral.
When we locked ourselves in the dungeon after our meal Kate
turned and looked at me. She and I were dressed in earrings and heels,
makeup newly applied, both of us with birth control pills dissolving in
our tummies. Ray stood with his penis hard and ready.
“You know you agreed to be prisoner this time,” Kate said to
me.
“I know,” I gulped. I’d tried to forget, hoped she had. But
she hadn’t.
“Come,” she said, and delicately but firmly took my hand.
“There’s an Ob-Gyn room in back, just for girls, to put them through
their paces.” With me walking with wobbling knees, Ray following with a
big grin on his face, Kate led me to the rear of the dungeon. She
parted a curtain at the back and led me between its folds.
The sight that greeted me was an absolute shock. For a moment
I just stared speechless. Then, finally, welling up from somewhere, the
words “My God!” broke from my lips.
Set in the center of the room was a cushioned table. It was a
medical examination table for female patients. Bars, lowered at the
moment, could be raised to imprison the female within the table. They
ran the length of the table and allowed doctors to stand over the female
and operate on her without her rolling off the table. Nor could she sit
up and hang her legs over the table, once the bars were raised. And
climbing up over the bars, I saw, would be impossible, if the doctor
wished it, for they were connected to a wire and could be electrified.
A sign on the bars said “Warning: Electric Shock.”
Sticking out from the base of the table were metal stirrups.
They were intended to imprison the feet of a female and spread her legs
so she could be examined at will. Above the table, chains with cuffs
hung down to lift the female’s arms and stretch them out above her
head. Or her arms could be drawn behind her and latched to the wall,
which stood about a foot and a half behind the table. There was a
pillow for her head, but that small comfort was more than offset by the
other objects in the room.
A cattle prod lay on a low stool at the foot of the table. The
stool sat between the table’s stirrups. A metallic chest full of
medical equipment sat on the floor beside the stool. It was open, and I
saw inside a host of dildos, different lengths and widths, some smooth
and some nubbed along their shafts. Tweezers and razors and a speculum
brooded within the chest. I walked forward, curious, frightened, and
peeked inside it. Down in its depths I spotted instruments to pierce
the clit or even to remove it. There was jewelry too, to hang within
the pierced lips of a girl’s cunt.
Anxiously I let my eyes continue to wander around the room. I
wanted to throw up, I was so scared, but Kate held my hand and Ray stood
behind me, breathing regularly, easily. He was not to be tested in
here, the bastard!
A Raggedy-Ann doll lay lost on the floor. A picture of a
clown’s face was hung on the wall. I saw a nightstand near the head of
the medical table and on its surface lay an assortment of condoms and
creams and ointments, all new and unused, ready and waiting for my exam.
Above the bed hung rubber tubing connected to two suction
cups. I saw that steel casings could be lowered to the surface of the
table and attached to, what?
“It’s a milking machine, dear,” Kate explained to me. It took
me a minute to figure it out when I first saw it. “The suction cups fit
to your nipples and then the casings descend and close around your
breasts and suck them up inside the machine and pump them. If you’ve
got any milk to give, it’ll get it, I assure you!”
I lifted a hand and ran it along the tubing that ran to one of
the nipple-sized suction cups. “How do you know it works?” I asked in a
trembling voice.
“Don’t ask,” Kate breathed. I looked at her bosoms. She
blushed.
Hanging near the stirrup-end of the table, more tubing hung
down. I saw that it was connected to an empty bag hanging above the bed
that read, “Enema waste products.” Beside that bag was one that was
full. “Enema contents,” it said.
I clapped my free hand to my forehead. There was so much! I
spied nipple clamps, needles, a bridle and two types of gags, one with a
ball and one with a penis, blindfolds, paddles, whips, and,
incongruously, Baby Oil and Baby Powder.
Ray approached me from behind and let his penis butt up against
the furrow of my bottom. His cockhead wedged rudely within my cheeks
and I knew I was utterly at his disposal. Yet there was no force, not
yet. Kate held my hand but otherwise I was still in possession of
myself.
My breasts felt heavy on my chest, as if milk filled them and
wished to sprout through my nipples. My tummy moved gently with my
breathing. My breasts wobbled a little with each of my sighs.
“You must be opened dear. Completely,” Kate said to me. She
squeezed my hand. I bit my lip. What did she mean by that?
“I-I don’t want to be opened,” I murmured. My voice was quiet
as a church mouse’s. As I spoke I could feel Ray’s cockhead stabbing
deeper between the cheeks of my pumpkin and I knew it was already too
late. Kate lifted a hand and flicked one of my nipples.
“Please don’t resist. It will only make it more difficult for
you,” Kate sighed. Her voice was melodious, not demanding or rough, but
there was an inexplicable firmness to it. As dark as the hair which
tumbled down round her face and over her shoulders.
Ray’s hands came to my waist and gripped me tightly. “Get on
the bed,” he said gruffly. He found my hole with his cockhead and made
me wince as he jabbed at it with his hugeness.
“Let her,” Kate said to Ray. With her eyes she forced him to
unhand me. But he did not take his dick out of my ass.
I stepped forward, lifting my bottom off Ray’s pecker. Kate
let go of my hand. I walked with hesitant steps to the side of the
table. I turned, faced her, Ray, let my bottom bump up against the
table’s edge. With a shrug, necessary to lift my bottom, I hoisted
myself up onto the table. It had a paper covering pulled down over its
plastic surface and I felt the paper against my bare bottom. I lifted
my knees and watched, as if from afar, as my legs drew themselves up
onto the table.
I settled back. The back of my head found the pillow and
rested upon it. Modestly I kept my legs together. I gazed down at my
toes, clasped within my high heels. I placed my hands by my sides. I
breathed. I felt my breasts rise and fall on my chest. My tummy
shivered, became concave, I could feel my ribs sticking up and, below
them, the bones of my outcurving hips.
“Very good, dear,” Kate said. She plucked a nurse’s cap from
the nightstand and fitted it to her head. Then, walking to the base of
the table, she fitted my feet into the stirrups. Ray hefted up the bars
along the sides of the table, imprisoning me.
I felt open. My legs were apart now, my feet bound, gently,
with leather cords, into the stirrups. I put a finger to my mouth and
sucked it. Kate took both my hands, turned them palm upwards, and drew
them back over my head. I felt my ribs and my breasts rise and she
buckled them into restraints fixed on the wall.
I was theirs. I could do nothing. Kate took a cloth gag and
bound it over my lips. When she was done she kissed my nose. I stared
up at the ceiling. I saw a plastic toy hanging there, for babies to bat
at, hung with plastic fishes and gingerbread men and flowers. It was
too high to reach, though, and my hands were tied. I guessed it could
be lowered if the doctor wished.
Kate bent over me and licked my nipples. I whimpered. I
turned my head and saw her tummy pressing against the metal bars of my
table-bed.
“I have to wet your nipples to attach the suction cups of the
milking machine,” Kate told me.
“I don’t want to be milked,” I said, but my gag made my words
inaudible.
Ray sat himself on the stool between my legs and busied himself
with my cunt. I felt his fingers pry me open and intrude inside. He
spread a paste inside my cunt lips and I jerked as I felt it burn.
“It won’t hurt you,” Kate smiled, nuzzling and suckling my
breasts. “I think its just Colgate Winterfresh toothpaste,” she
giggled. But it burned all the same, and I whimpered and cried within
my gag and bucked my hips. To soothe me Ray licked in my cunt until it
was all gone.
House of Romance
by Jav Chuma
So beautiful and vibrant
We met one late night
You were subtly sexy
Every body movement made was fluidly right
I came to places I wouldn’t normally be
Looking for you
Hoping you would notice me
Wanting to grab you up
And lock you up in my House of Romance
And throw away the key
Able to use any entrance
But you?
You would never be free
I’d come in and enjoy the sweet fragrance
Me loving you
You loving me
Thrilling to the sound of heavy breathing
Watching your breasts heaving
We would be as one
Caring for each other
Free to go
But never leaving
AND IN THE END...
A HOT TIP
from holy joe
Today a guy on the bus told me, “Check out ‘The Body Project,
An Intimate History of American Girls’. It’s a new book by Joan Jacobs
Brumberg. It has a really delectable photo on its front cover.”
I told him I wasn’t really interested, but that I might check
it out, if I ever go to Tower Books again to buy more porno.
Which got me to wondering, “What is on the cover of that
book?” I assume it’s a photo of a mature, big-hipped, fully-formed,
responsible woman. The kind all us politically correct 90’s guys
salivate over. I imagine I’ll be staring at some part of her body,
maybe her hips, and saying to myself, “Man, if I could only get hold of
those!”
And at the same time I’ll be worrying that our fat-heavy
national diet lowers girls’ age of puberty and lengthens their
vulnerability to pregnancy. While, at the same time, I’ll be applauding
breakthroughs in medical science that allow 55-year-old women to get
pregnant.
Yes, indeed! Chaste, pregnancy-free girls and pregnant moms
who are members of AARP! That’s the America I believe in!
Anyway, that’s my hot tip. Hopefully the cover will have some
big-hipped woman on it, and not some slender, elfin girl. I wouldn’t
want to put anything irresponsible up on the Internet!
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