Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 213
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Five
Emily glanced at me. She smiled. She walked behind the altar, and
returned with a small stool, covered in red velvet. She placed it down
between JillÕs parted ankles. Jill touched herself still, examining the
puffy welt across her bottom with delicate fingers. Sam seemed to guess
what Emily wanted and reached down and unclasped my bra. My boobies
sprang out, loose at last, my nipples fiercely hard, despite my anxiety.
ÒGet up on the stool, get on top of my wife,Ó Sam told me, his voice
trembling.
ÒYes, it will be a double fuck, though I wish it for display purposes
only, Sam,Ó Emily pronounced. ÒWe want to enjoy your erection all evening
long. A few shafts, nothing more, in each of them. Up, girl! Onto the
altar!Ó I scurried to comply. I did not want to feel that awful crop of hers
zinging down on my bottom. I put my foot on the stool, awkwardly kneed
my way onto the counter. All the while I was aware of the congregation
behind me, watching, seeing me display my sex so rudely as I scrambled to
mount Jill.
ÒOh, no,Ó Jill protested. I settled on her, bearing her down. I
straddled her, opening myself up in a wider vee than even she was in. I
bent forward, pressed my breasts into her back. I felt so exposed! The
insides of my thighs pressed against the outside of hers. Sam stared,
delighted at seeing my heinie, so long denied to him, now a wide-open
target for his cock, not to mention my sex, which clenched in virgin
purity, atop JillÕs tush.
ÒHereÕs one for the road,Ó Emily said, drawing up her arm and then
delivering a sharp WHACK! to my bare buns.
ÒYEEEEOOOCH!Ó I yelped. I squirmed atop Jill as she rocked under the
blow which had struck my peach. My palms flew back and cupped my
childish bottom. I felt a bright heat across it, and knew at once I bore a
welt as long and perfect as JillÕs.
ÒYouÕre injuring my brides,Ó Sam protested, though I detected a
humorous note in his voice.
ÒIÕm breaking them in,Ó Emily answered. ÒPlease drop your pants. I
want to see your hind cheeks flex as you get yourself inside your new
wives.Ó
ÒCan I keep my coat on?Ó Sam asked. I sensed a slight nervousness
in his voice now.
ÒNo. Take it off. Everything but your bow tie. And your boots, of
course. Such fine riding boots, I understand, if youÕre wearing what I
ordered for you,Ó Emily said. ÒBut unzip me first. I do not wish to be too
prudish at your wedding, even if I am your minister.Ó She turned to him,
presented her back. Sam paused, admired her, touched her shoulder, even
as Jill and I rubbed our heinies with frank movements of our hands.
I heard a rustling of clothing in the congregation. Glancing over my
shoulder, I saw cocks suddenly spring into view, thick and hard as SamÕs,
all veiny and pulsing with manly desire. I wanted to spring up, was afraid
to. Sam embraced Emily from behind. They kissed. He massaged her
breasts and ground his pelvis into her bottom. His cock was naked against
her expensive dress, staining it, no doubt, with his early cum drips.
A few minutes passed and all were naked behind us, or as naked as
they wished to be for fucking. Sam approached. I tensed. He patted my
bottom. He arched himself, stuck his prong to my butthole.
ÒSam! Please!Ó I cried. I did not want it there.
ÒShush, girl!Ó Emily answered me. She whacked the drum tight skin
of my bottom, making me hollar, even as Sam pushed his drippy cockhead
against my hole.
I felt a deep, strong pressure, I fought it. It pushed at my little
hole, indriving.
ÒDo let him take you,Ó Jill whispered beneath me, being pressed
down as I tried to keep Sam from intruding into my butthole.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. His cum-smeared head pushed inside, his peehole
entering my a-hole. And then more, and yet more, filling my little
peephole anus with his ever-widening flange, his cockhead, surging,
indriving, and then I was popped!
ÒAughghg!Ó I cried. Emily stuck her crop into my open mouth, length-
wise, and made me bite down upon it. I was bitted. Now I would be
saddled. Hopefully I would not be ridden.
Sam pushed harder. I felt myself giving way. In he went, then more.
I could not stop him!
ÒNooo, youÕre going too far up!Ó I cried. Emily took both ends of her
crop in her hands and drove it deeper into my mouth, forcing my head up. I
felt like my whole body was being pushed backward by her even as Sam
fucked his way up my hole.
I heard laughter. Bridesmaids were helping Sam, putting vaseline on
his dick even as he poked it further and further into my near-virgin hole.
ÒMore,Ó they urged him. ÒShe can take more.Ó They wanted to see, thatÕs
all. They wanted to see his big long cock go somehow all the way up me,
whatever the cost to me, whatever the price.
ÒNow in and out, a few easy strokes,Ó Emily called from where she
stood at my head.
ÒHeÕs not all the way up yet,Ó one of the bridesmaids replied. ÒHe
has three inches to go at least!Ó
ÒHe is too long for her,Ó Emily replied. ÒSam, contain yourself. I
know sheÕs quite tight, but have sympathy for her in your strokes, and
please donÕt shoot your sperm up her butthole. I donÕt want her enemized,
just fucked a little, for pleasureÕs sake, though I daresay you look like
youÕre suffering now.Ó
ÒI am!Ó Sam grunted behind me. ÒSheÕs wonderfully tight. I can
barely feel myself, sheÕs bearing down so hard.Ó
ÒMy, what a filly you are,Ó Emily cooed to me, even as she bore me
backward. ÒI should love to keep you for myself and train you. I have
dildos that would kill you, they are so big. But we could start small. You
would need to be stretched and widened if you werenÕt so young. It is
much too hard for him, I can see. As it is you must be permitted to grow
more, first. But Jill, how are you, sweetie?Ó Emily gazed down beneath
my own agonized face. ÒDo you need to be widened in back, made more
accessible for your husbandÕs pleasure? We shall have to see, wonÕt we?Ó
Manfully Sam rodded me, each indriving, hard-fought stroke bringing
a croak from him, as if he were sodomizing a newborn with his pecker, or
some female equally small in back. Tears welled in my eyes. I could not
stand it, yet I could not rise. The bridesmaids pressed down on my hips,
watching them squirm, laughing.
He relented at last. A goblet of wine was brought. His member was
carefully bathed in it by the bridesmaids. I lay sobbing atop Jill, too
violated to get up.
ÒGood girl, good girl,Ó Emily told me. She bent and kissed my face,
stroked my hair.
ÒWhich hole do you choose this time, sir?Ó I heard behind me.
Merrily the bridesmaids presented Sam with his options. They fingered my
nest, then JillÕs, and her little hole too, lest he wish to torture himself
some more inside her own tight-clenching back tube.
ÒGod, I just want to ram myself in and shoot!Ó Sam said. I guessed
he was fondling his wifeÕs nest as she whimpered beneath me.
ÒBe a good boy and just give her a few little jabs,Ó Emily told Sam.
ÒOr, rather, a few big jabs, long and deep, but control yourself so you donÕt
sperm her too quickly. I wish for her to be impregnated on the bed.Ó
ÒAnd we must have our reception first too,Ó a bridesmaid piped up.
ÒIÕm hungry! And they have yet to cut their cake.Ó Her mate agreed that
we must all eat before Sam could cum.
ÒAhhh,Ó I heard from behind. I knew it could only mean Sam was
pushing into his wife, into her nest, his belovedÕs entrance to her deep-
hidden womb, where one day she would conceive children for him. And
then I remembered our pills. WeÕd been skipping them for three days now.
If he loosed his load, she would be impregnated now, right here on the
altar, before the reception even.
Jill jerked beneath me. ÒDo me, please, Sammy,Ó she begged.
ÒForget this bitch Emily!Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Emily laughed. ÒSuch insolence, and at such a pretty
wedding!Ó Indeed, the room was decorated with flowers. Their aroma was
sweet. A chandelier glowed down upon our naked bodies. The linen cloth
beneath us, draping the altar, smelled of starch, though it was soft to the
touch.
ÒAh! Yes!Ó Jill cried. She did not feel so embarrassed now. She let
her pleasure show itself.
ÒFuck her!Ó A bridesmaid urged. She slapped SamÕs muffin-like buns.
ÒOW!Ó Sam answered. The bridesmaidÕs companion inquired between
his asscheeks. ÒHey! DonÕt sodomize me!Ó Sam called out.
ÒWhatÕs good for the goose is most definitely good for the gander!Ó
the bridesmaid chuckled. She found what she was looking for and poked
him with her fingernail.
ÒAh, god!Ó Sam groaned. He shafted his wife quickly. Then he
withdrew, and batted away the bridesmaidÕs hand from his rear. ÒYou need
to go back to school and learn ÔGood Touch, Bad Touch,Õ he told her.Ó
ÒIt doesnÕt apply to girls, silly,Ó the bridesmaid answered, quite
seriously.
ÒMay I please get up now?Ó Jill begged Emily.
ÒOnly if you promise to eat all your cake!Ó Emily laughed.
Sam lifted me bodily from his wife. I kicked my legs, infant-like, as
if I were just being delivered, and indeed I was, I thought, feeling the hot
stripes of EmilyÕs crop on my bottom and the newfound openness of my
bunghole.
My heels were returned to the floor and I stood unsteadily. They
were spiked, platform heels, hardly a sure footing for a girl whoÕd just
been buttfucked! Sam held me lightly Ôtil IÕd regained my balance.
Jill pushed herself up from the altar, the bridesmaids helping,
lifting her shoulders, straightening her back. They patted her bottom
affectionately. Jill moaned as their palms touched her single, blazing
welt. I had two. For extra naughtiness, I guess.
ÒCome, sweet brides,Ó Emily beckoned. We dared not disobey her.
With a most embarrassing, awkward gait, clutching our wounded heinies,
we followed. Sam came along, his cock stiffly standing up as he walked
behind us. It was wet with his wifeÕs juices. The bridesmaids escorted
him. They watched his schlong as it bobbed up and down with great
promise. His balls hung taut below, a caress away from spilling their
seed. They dared not touch it. Only their eyes grazed it, hungrily, wishing
they could be his wives too. Perhaps, before the night was out, all of us
would be husbands and wives, each to the other, I thought, and the
moistness of my bottomhole made me wonder if I could handle so many
suitors. I guessed not, hoped such a result would not come to pass. Mine
was the only 13-year-old hole here, but there were many others, within
fine female bottoms.
I glanced about. Everyone was nude now, proceeding with unlikely
grace and dignity after us, into the reception room. I spotted many cocks,
all of them hard. They were borne by young men who IÕd have died for
hours earlier. But now, having barely managed SamÕs penis, how could I
possibly entertain more? IÕd eat all my cake, and theirs too, if it would
spare me any more cocks up my ass! As I walked I felt their eyes on my
bottom, once IÕd turned away. They were discreet at least, in their
looking. ÔBut please, please, donÕt put those enormous cocks of yours into
my little ass,Õ I begged the men behind me, whispering to myself. I would
get down on my knees and kiss their feet if I had to. My bottom was too
small, too childish still, I knew, just feeling its contours. I let my hands
roam over it a little, examining it. I could feel it wiggling, knew what an
invitation it must be offering to the men behind me. I strove to keep it as
still as possible as I walked. I was hopeless. It stung too much from the
crop, and from being drilled by SamÕs cock. If only I had my one-piece. IÕd
shimmy into that in a minute! My mom had been right. I was too young!
A room opened before me. It took my breath away as I found myself
confronted by it. White ribbons hung from the ceiling. Amidst a spread of
food, just being laid out by maids, stood a triple-layered wedding cake,
with a little statue atop it.
I walked closer to the cake. The maids flitted about, dressed only in
heels and bikini panties, swimsuit panties, tied neatly with drawstring
bows.
ÒThe maids are only here for the reception, and are not available
sexually, without their permission,Ó Emily announced to us. ÒMen, I expect
you to admire them from a distance. We girls donÕt need any more
competition than we already have!Ó There was laughter. The maids
blushed, kept their eyes lowered, so as not to directly observe our nudity.
I went up to the cake and stared at it. It was beautiful! Thick icing
lathered its sides, with pink candy flowers embedded in it. But the most
surprising thing was the statue on top. A little groom, with two brides.
Sam came up behind me and cupped my bottom. His thumbs grazed my
welt.
ÒSam, donÕt!Ó I said, and turned slightly, to brush him away.
ÒItÕs your reception,Ó he answered. He lifted my hand and slipped a
wedding band onto my third finger before I could even realize what he was
doing. When I did, I spun about and embraced him.
ÒOh, Sam!Ó I cried. We kissed, and I felt Jill come up beside us and
share our kiss. We each probed each otherÕs mouths, standing there,
kissing slowly and lightly at first, just on the lips, then much more
deeply. Our hands traveled freely over each otherÕs bodies, touching
whatever we wished, exploring. Sam was careful not to touch the welts
on my bottom, or on JillÕs.
We parted at last. I found the crowd was gathered all around us.
They clapped. Emily beamed at us, then glanced down to make sure Sam
hadnÕt become too excited and lost himself. He hadnÕt.
ÒNow for a quick bite to eat!Ó Jill said. ÒThen itÕs off to bed for you
three.Ó Taking Sam carefully by his cock, she led him over to the seat of
honor. Jill and I walked in lock-step with him, beaming up at him, our
boobies bobbing nakedly as we walked, our asses wiggling easily now,
carefree. We were uptight no longer.
I saw there was only one chair at the head of the table. I wondered a
moment where Jill and I would sit, was about to break away to find a
chair of my own when Emily told me to sit on SamÕs knee. Of course. Sam
sat down, his cock sticking up with delightful rudeness between his legs.
Then Jill sat on his one leg, and I on the other.
The guests took their seats. The maids cut a big slice of cake for
Sam. They brought it too him, waggling their hips too salaciously, I
thought, being his jealous new bride. They laid the cake in front of him.
Sam picked it up, whole. He made me take a bite of it. Then Jill, finally
himself. We chewed, looking at each other. Jill wiped a crumb from my
lips. I brushed a crumb from the corner of SamÕs mouth. I saw a crumb on
JillÕs breast and brushed it away. She giggled despite her mouthful of
cake.
Ash Dust Moon.
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldnÕt be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I canÕt do,
is what I donÕt want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasnÕt too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
ThereÕs something wrong, thereÕs something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in KatherineÕs eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will DockeryÕs new zine,
April Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00
from Will Dockery, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
AND IN THE END...
GOVERNMENT BACKFIRES AGAIN
ÒThree-Strikes Law -- Crime rates have declined more in states
without the law than in those with it.Ó
- Time, March 17, 1997, pg. 13.
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