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“He may have something up his sleeve.”
“You mean, like... to fuck us?” I asked.
For those who believe...
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 316
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Three
“This is Kelly,” Missy smiled coyly. She put a finger to my
bosom and pushed on my nipple as if it were a button. David put his
hand to his cock and massaged it briefly again, his eyes gazing at me
appreciatively.
“Pleased to meet you, Kelly,” he said graciously. I was
surprised at his gallantry.
“Your reputation precedes you, sir, as does your thing,” I
replied. I smiled. I was not entirely unlearned in the art of love.
“I can do that for you if you like,” I suggested. I crept closer to
him, a little afraid, and made to cup his big bulging penis head in my
hands.
“Yes! I can do that for you, sir!” Missy agreed. She jumped
forward and tried to grab his penis shaft even as I went for his head.
David stepped back. “I do not have permission,” he said. “If
I were given it, I’m sure it would be for the purpose of punishment.
You must see Jasmine if you want my cock, much as I’d like to give it to
you. I serve her, not you.”
“We are prisoners then,” I admitted, watching in dismay as he
pulled his cock back from our seeking hands.
“Most definitely,” David answered. He was much bigger than
me. I didn’t want to anger him. “Both of you go to bed. Sleep
together. That much of an order I can give. Missy, try not to wet the
bed tonight.” I looked at the girl beside me. She blushed fiercely and
hung her head.
“It’s all that drinking out of the toilet!” she protested.
“She’ll make a good playmate for you, even if she does wet the
bed,” David assured me.
“I don’t want a playmate...” I told him. My voice was firm and
I tried to make it sound as mature as possible. He reached out, took my
hand, and lifted it way up to his lips. I stood on tiptoe, breathless,
my bosoms rising with my chest, and watched as he kissed my hand.
“Put Missy against the counter and lick her pussy,” he said to
me. I gasped. I heard Missy gasp behind me. “Do it!” he roared. I
turned about on my heels, my stomach churning, and ran to Missy. She
hesitated, I moved her to the counter and made her bottom bump up
against the edge. I could feel my bottomcheeks burning still, I had no
intention of getting punished by David!
“Ouch!” Missy said, as I made her press her spanked seat
against the counter. I turned my head and looked wide-eyed at David.
“Must I?” I asked. His look was so fierce I dropped to my
knees at once again put my tongue to her slit.
“Ooooh! Don’t! You’re naughty!” Missy declared. Even so, she
opened her thighs a little to give me easier access. I nosed my face
into her dell and licked as if my life depended on it. My bottom, did,
that was for sure! Behind me I heard David smoothing his belt across
his palm, deeply tempted. And Olaf, who I feared even more, if only
because he might strike me without permission, slapped his cat o’ nine
tails impatiently against his thigh.
“Get me some lotion,” David ordered Sally. Feeling a little
bereft, I think, she walked to the medicine cabinet and got out some K-Y
jelly. I watched her from the corner of my eye. She had a big bottom
and it was seared very vividly with marks. But she held it out proudly,
letting it sway, even flaunting it. Her bosoms bounced seductively on
her chest, big milk-giving bosoms that only needed a baby to make them
squirt.
Sally applied the K-Y to David’s penis with soothing, liberal
fingers, tickling his balls, hoping to make him want to fuck her again.
But as soon as his pole was greased he brushed her aside. “I’m going to
shoot in her hair,” he said quietly. And, as I felt his big greased
pole stick itself into my mane of tumbling blonde hair, I realized it
was MY hair he was talking about!
David fixed his eyes on Missy as he nested his big dick in my
hair. I felt mortified, humiliated! He was going to go on me, but it
was Missy that sparked his desires. She looked at him, bug-eyed, her
childish cheeks puffing as I worked her slit with my tongue. I was but
an obedient doggie, serving Missy, my mistress, who in turn was being
used by David for his own masturbatory enjoyment. Sally, left to
herself, got some cream from the medicine cabinet and ordered (yes,
ordered!) Olaf to rub it on her poor fanny.
In this way did our most unusual arrangement unfold: Olaf,
standing behind Sally, with her presenting her bottom to him, the two of
them standing, frigged Sally’s slit with his one gloved hand while his
other gloved hand spread soothing cream on her ass. Meanwhile, Sally,
standing behind David, began slapping his ass. Quite hard, it sounded,
from her slaps. I could just imagine how her boobies looked, swinging
around like big cantaloupes as she smacked her sadistic lover. He,
meanwhile, had his penis in my hair, and was hoping to spurt into my
long blonde locks while I, kneeling, the only one down on my knees,
licked Missy. She jigged and bounced on her toes, pleading with me to
stop, but loving it too, heaving her young breasts about and letting
David watch her antics as he massaged himself.
“Finger yourself,” David told me. I didn’t want to, but with
that big man so close behind me, still holding his belt, I wasn’t about
to question him or refuse. I reached down into my slit and began
rubbing my spot. Soon my breath was gasping as much as Missy’s, the two
of us rising toward orgasm. Behind me, I could hear from David’s
panting that he was now on the verge of cumming himself. And Sally,
with a pleased scream, announced that Olaf had made her cum.
“Ahhhh!” I heard above me as David shot his load into my hair.
“David!” I screamed, but my protest was mingled with a cry from
my throat as I felt an orgasm rip through my slitted loins. Missy,
above me, locked her knees as she called out an orgasm of her own. Only
Olaf did not cum. He was wearing trousers. None of us cared. I kept
my mind focused on Missy’s little slit while feeling David’s hot jism
shoot into my hair and run down my neck and trickle in rivulets down my
back. I wiggled my ass and felt his semen anoint me there, where so
recently Jasmine had whipped me raw.
I sighed into Missy’s pussy and let my orgasm finish and
subside. She pried my head back a few minutes later, eager to be free
of me. I took my hands off my thighs and guiltily looked up at her.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Well, at least you’re not a brown nose,” she smirked.
“I’m a honey nose,” I agreed.
“Let’s sleep together,” she suggested.
“Don’t wet the bed!” I cautioned.
“I won’t,” she promised.
We stood up. David and Sally were gone, back in their
bedroom. I heard Sally moaning and howling but didn’t even want to know
what they were up to. Their door was closed. I hoped it was locked,
perhaps from our side, to keep David out. I didn’t like him anymore.
Using me as a dog--what a brute!
Missy and I filled the tub and gave ourselves a bath. She
played with a rubber ducky she found among the towels piled by the side
of the tub. I washed my hair. She helped a little. She felt sorry for
how David had used me. Olaf, ever our chaperone, merely watched. He
had a bulge in his trousers but, unlike David, he had the courtesy not
to massage it.
We retreated to my bedroom and Missy and I straightened the
covers of my bed. Then we hopped in, Missy fetching her lollipop, which
Olaf had to pull off from the surface of my vanity. We embraced, me
getting my hair a little sticky again as I tried, and failed, to avoid
her big lollipop. Then we curled up and went to sleep, the sound of her
tongue licking her lollipop the last sound that I heard.
Chapter Four
“Wake up, you sleepyheads! You have visitors!” I heard
somewhere beyond the clouds of my dreams. My mother, I thought. And
then I realized that there must be two of us, me and somebody else, and
for a moment I lay there wondering, with eyes closed, why on Earth I’d
decided to actually sleep over at my friend’s house? I mean, I used her
as an excuse. Her face was full of zits and she wore hornrimmed glasses
and her knowledge of boys centered exclusively around an (ever growing)
collection of issues of Tiger Beat.
I felt a nipple nudge me. Her breasts were not that plump.
And then, quite suddenly, as a half-dried, half-licked sticky lollipop
plopped against my cheek, I realized that I was not at home at all, or
even in L.A., but in Caracas!
A sweet tropical air wafted in through the door as it stood
open beyond the figure of Jasmine. She wore a simple t-shirt,
much-scissored, and cutoffs. She appeared to be absolutely blooming, as
if she’d spent the night being nourished on men’s sperm. And, rubbing
my eyes, I realized she’d been doing just that, and with my Brent no
less! I gazed at her firm, tanned legs, breathtakingly long, mounted on
jelly heels to loft her bottom even higher than nature itself already
had. Her bosoms thrust themselves at me as if they were twin zeppelins
launching into the warm summer air. She tossed her head. She put her
hands on her hips to let us know that, much as we might hate her, she
was very much in charge. Within the curling fingers of one hand she
held a no-nonsense riding crop. She slapped it lightly against her
thigh. I felt like I was a girl at boarding school and realized, to my
heartbeating surprise, that I may as well be, given how little freedom I
had. Except this school omitted the three R’s in favor of the three
S’s: sucking, spanking, and submitting.
Three rowdy young males in their twenties sauntered into our
bedchamber behind Jasmine. I recognized none of them. Two had crewcuts
and the third sported hair to his shoulders. They looked like American
Football players. But they behaved like farmers at a cattle auction.
Jasmine yanked down the bedcover and exposed myself and Missy.
“See? They are lovely creatures, don’t you think?” Jasmine
asked her guests.
“Mite young, eh?” one male said to his buddy.
“Tits are nice, long legs, roll over, girls!” his friend
replied. Missy and I stared wide-eyed at them. We found each other on
the sheet and hugged each other for safety.
Jasmine struck our denuded sheet with her crop. “Do as you’re
told, girls!” she shouted. Missy and I flopped over on our bellies and
showed them our bottoms.
“Who marked them?” the intellectual one, in the middle, who’d
analyzed our breasts and limbs for us, asked. He was the one with long
hair.
“I did, last night,” Jasmine replied. “They are being
trained.”
“You provide this... this service... it is included?” the
intellectual asked.
“If you wish. It is customary,” Jasmine replied. “Your
girlfriend would be put in this room, or one of the other two. They
share a communal bath in the center.”
Olaf strode in from the bathroom and Jasmine introduced him.
“This is Olaf, and you might be able to meet David, if he’s not busy
with Sally. She requires extra attention. Olaf is gay, so you needn’t
worry about him guarding your girlfriend. David is sterner but not
gay. I usually put the little ones, like these two, with Olaf.” Missy
and I looked at each other and then hid our faces back in our pillows.
I was all too aware of my hiney sticking up behind me. There was
nothing to save me if Jasmine chose to strike. I gripped the corners of
my pillow with my fingers. I wanted desperately to reach back and cup
my bottom in my palms, but we’d been flipped over to show our tushies,
not hide them. I was learning. Later I wondered if I might have gotten
away with lifting up my heels, hiding myself a little with my legs, but
at the time I didn’t think of it.
“I will have my girlfriend brought, then,” the intellectual
told Jasmine. “These two, they look ripe for fucking. You wouldn’t
mind if I hop on the bed and do them, would you?” I froze as I heard
his zipper unzip.
YOUNG N’ HARD
by ‘Miss’ Carolyn Ballard
If someday I had a dream...
And me the hot, sexy woman,
Waking up with a 7 inch
Dick stiff and long...
Then my real fantasy:
Go into a clean
Restroom. Let another
Man hold my dick
Until I took a piss.
Then afterwards
Wash his dick, then
I would give him
A fucking royal
Blow job then
Let him suck my
Round balls... Let him lick
My white dripping
Sperm and then let
My companion man
Deep throat my
Thick dick. Then later
In the night fuck
My royal cute ass hoe!
p.s. A dick a day
keeps the Right-wing
at bay!
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
hard@on.com writes: “I have been reading your story, Bikini
Brigade. I’m wondering, do you have any photos of these girls?”
holy joe replies: No, thanks to censorship imposed by the
government on American photographers, there are no photos available of
Bambi and Katie. However, take a look at the December 1997 issue of
Playboy’s Nudes. It’s available for $6.95 at your local newstand. (Or
try surfing to http://www.playboy.com
You’ll think you’re gazing at Bambi in the nude, by the Sea of
Cream, when you look at pages 58-59 of Playboy’s Nudes. (Tiffany
Taylor)
And on pages 20-21, who could that be but Katie? (Courtney
Reed)
bud@hole.com writes: “What about the eclair erections? Any
pictures of them?”
holy joe replies: A good starting point might be the photo of
the Galapagos sea lion next to the month of December in the 1997 World
Wildlife Fund Calendar. (I picture the eclairs as standing
horizontally, however, with the head and tip of the ‘tail’ touching the
grass, not lying down on their bellies as this sea lion is doing.)
(1-800-CALL-WWF)
charles@dodgson.com writes: “What about Pauline Praline? Any
photos of her? She’s my favorite!”
holy joe replies: Alas, there are no photos of her. Perhaps
if you visit the baby pool at your local swimming pool you can see some
girls like her.
AND IN THE END...
“If he is a mediocre writer he will live forever.”
- Ernest Hemingway
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