Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 22
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Ten
When we entered the house Mother was there, and she had a hot
steaming tub of water sitting on the floor, right in the living room. She
insisted Candace and I each sit in it, in turn, to give our bottoms a final
wash. When weÕd rinsed this way, and stood up again, she toweled our
bottoms dry. Then she patted each of us on the fanny.
ÒHave fun, girls!Ó she said cheerily, as low moans began to emanate
from the playroom. Quickly Candace and I hurried back to our two friends
to find out what they were up to. We were both deathly afraid as we
entered. Had he come? Was there nothing left for us?
We found Kevin on his knees, worshipping DanielleÕs pussy. She was
tied up, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, with her legs forced
wide and shackled to the floor. Kevin licked her pussy hungrily. Our eyes
darted to his cock. It was hard, and seemed to wiggle with a life of its
own. We rushed over to it. Children rushing for candy.
ÒNo!Ó Kevin said, lifting his face slightly from DanielleÕs dewy nest.
Get on your knees, both of you, just like you were before. In fact...Candace,
you grease up your friend there, and then you --I forget your name-- you
do the same.Ó
ÒBarbi,Ó I said, but with compassion in my voice. He was so very
urgently hard. I knew a man couldnÕt keep nonessential details in his mind
when he was as stiff as Kevin was! His cock looked purplish at the tip,
and the veins stuck out along the shaft as if they were straining to lift a
ten ton truck! I got on my knees, putting them back on the familiar pillow.
The prints of my kneecaps still indented it from my last visit. I leaned
forward and replaced my face on the pillow there.
Candace got a tube of cherry Vaseline from the backpack. Breasts
swaying, she returned to me, shifted her pillow and knelt down behind me.
ÒYouÕve had this before, havenÕt you?Ó she asked me. She stroked my
bottom with her fingertips, said it felt silky smooth.
ÒYesss,Ó I hissed, not wanting to yet wanting to. Did she have to
stop and admire me, comment on my fanny, before she did me?
ÒOpen wide now, say Ôahhh!ÕÓ Candace teased. Her finger came to my
little hole and pried it open, delved inside. ÒMy, how tight! You must do
this more often,Ó Candace smiled.
ÒGet her ready, IÕm coming soon!Ó Kevin announced.
ÒOh, just do ME!Ó Danielle begged, shivering in her bonds.
ÒYour time will come,Ó Kevin reassured her. ÒBut I must do my wife
first.Ó
When my butthole had been properly anointed Candace urged me up
and took my place on the pillows. I set about doing her then, with grim
efficiency, wanting to make sure I reamed her as well as sheÕd reamed me,
for sheÕd done a rather thorough job of it, as if sheÕd found it pleasurable
in its own right, and not merely a chore that was being done for Kevin.
Candace gasped as I plumbed her depths with my little finger, and I
twisted it around, enjoying her little jerks and moans. When I thought she
was as oiled up as anyone could be, I withdrew. I looked at my digit and it
was coated with a light veneer of shit. I saw a box of handi-wipes then,
not having noticed them before. I guessed Candace must have used one
herself while I was busy getting up. I used one also.
Kevin strode over to me, his cock waggling. ÒGet down, girl!Ó he
snarled, though I was already on my knees. Well, not quite on my knees
right at this moment, but perched on my heels, with my knees up a little,
to keep them off the floor. I saw then that Kevin had slipped on football
knee pads, to protect himself from the rough floor. Perhaps Mother had
given them to him while Candace and I were outside.
ÒHurry! Hurry! I wonÕt lie to you, I need to go bad!Ó Kevin urged me.
Quickly I got on my knees then, and obediently offered my pussy and ass to
him, kneeling with my face in my familiar pillow. Well it was CandaceÕs
pillow, actually, and there was a little wet spot on it from her saliva. I
licked the wet spot with a flick of my tongue, adding my own saliva to it.
I was hot, tempestuous. I flicked my hair and watched as Kevin entered
his wife.
ÒDonÕt touch yourself,Ó Kevin warned me. Without even realizing it
my hand had stolen back between my knees. I pulled it back, embarrassed.
With a grunt Kevin gave himself the first massive wave of pleasure that
he would need to endure, somehow, sticking himself into his wifeÕs tight
little hole. Candace grimaced, let her breath out. Kevin plunged deeper,
his own face now distorted by pleasure, awful pleasure. They were beyond
titillation now. This was real.
Up Kevin went, his cock tasting for the first time, he said to me, his
lovely wifeÕs butthole. ÒWell how is it, sir?Ó I asked sweetly. He
trembled, said nothing in reply. Deep, deeper still he went. Candace
huffed and puffed below him, announced she felt all the breath being
forced from her. Kevin drove in greedily, got himself with effort in up to
the hilt. Candace complained he was hurting her. Kevin pulled back then,
back some more, then plunged in anew! Candace screamed, but I sensed a
tinge of pleasure in her cry. In and out Kevin went then, I waiting all the
while.
ÒYes! And, yes! And, yes!Ó Kevin announced with each stroke after a
bit. Then turning to me he withdrew himself suddenly, his cockhead
making a little pop as it regained the freedom of the cool early evening
air. ÒAnd now I will master you also, bitch, and then my wife again!Ó
Kevin crowed to me. Without further ado he stuck himself right in me
then. I must have been well-prepared for he shafted himself up me in only
a few strokes, grinning at his poor wife as he stuck me to the full.
I was fucked with long, even strokes, Kevin controlling himself
marvelously. Somehow he had passed beyond boyish pleasure and had a
real manly zest about him now, enjoying the act without being
overwhelmed by it. When he thought IÕd had my due he pulled out and left
me bereft, my bottom sorrowfully empty now. He returned to his wife and
did her with renewed vigor, telling her heÕd fuck her now right up to
orgasm, that he intended to fill her as full as the enema had.
I watched, fascinated, still on my knees, as Kevin speared his wife
with eager abandon. After the requisite preliminary strokes he felt no
further need to contain himself. He MEANT to come now, and come well,
emptying his balls completely into her asshole. Candace, not wanting to
be left behind, put both her hands on her pussy. Wilfully she rubbed
herself. Kevin did not stop her. Unable to stand watching such a sight, I
placed both my hands on my pussy too. Feeling very naughty, with a look
of pained remorse on my face, I began masturbating. This time, Kevin did
not stop me, didnÕt even look at me.
A shadow fell across the floor. Mother! I shot my eyes upward, saw
her standing there, even as Kevin and Candace looked at her too.
ÒYes boys and girls, fuck, fuck, it must be done,Ó Mother urged us.
She had a stick in one hand, whether to hold herself up or whack someone I
couldnÕt tell.
ÒOh, please mother--Ó Candace said. But she never finished her
sentence, and I didnÕt know whether she wanted some reprieve from her
husbandÕs fucking or MotherÕs observation of it. Kevin exploded in her
bottom, Candace bucked, twisted her head about, her yellow hair
streaming wildly. I came too, with little Òmmf!Ó Òmmf!Ó ÒmmfÕsÓ
escaping my lips as I thrust my hiney up in the air like some junior
stallion--again and again--yet I had no rider but pleasure.
At last we settled down. When I looked up again, Mother was gone. I
looked over my shoulder. The door was closed, the room silent. Had she
been an apparition?
Slowly the three of us got up. We extended our arms upward,
stretched, even as Danielle remained in just such a pose, bound by chains.
She whimpered softly, her eyes closed. Her titties were hard and I had no
doubt if I inspected it IÕd find her clitty the same way. The three of us
gathered around her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was like porcelain.
She asked for nothing, kept her eyes closed, enduring the sweet torture of
waiting for her turn. Kevin had not let her come, mouthing her. Rather
heÕd built up the flames within her to a boiling point, to see her pretty
agony.
ÒLetÕs torture her,Ó I suggested. Then, realizing what had come out
of my mouth, I looked sheepishly at my companions. But they did not
upbraid me. We got her backpack and sorted through everything. We
gagged her with a rubber ball, blindfolded her, and I got to clamp off her
titties. Then Candace had me oil her ass and she rammed a fat rubber cock
up it. We stood back, admired our handiwork.
ÒThere is something else she needs,Ó Candace said. She fetched a
cane that was hanging on the wall. Going behind Danielle, she measured
out the distance for a good swatting. Danielle, meanwhile, was writhing
in her bonds, but we assumed she merely wanted to be free.
ÒCan you breathe okay?Ó I asked, going forward for a moment, even
as Candace readied herself for the first stroke. I put my finger to
DanielleÕs nose and found she had good air flow through her nostrils. I
stepped back.
SNICK! In came the cane, and Danielle leapt as Candace stuck her
bottom with it. I clasped my own bottom, remembering how Candace had
followed me through the woods with a paddle. SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!
Came the cane again and again. Fearful but curious I stepped back behind
Danielle to see the damage that was being inflicted. Bright lines, pink
deepening into red, scored her bottom now. I felt sorry for her but
watched with fascinated amazement as each new stroke was laid in,
leaving its mark. Still my hands clutched my bottom, and I wondered if
Candace had some similar punishment in mind for me.
Kevin took the only seat in the room, sitting his ass casually on the
stool with the holes in it, meant for dildoes to poke up through. IÕd
inspected it while weÕd been toying with Danielle, giving it a close
sideways glance. It was like the one IÕd been on in DanielleÕs dungeon. Did
Kevin think nothing could ever touch him on such a seat? I longed to prove
him wrong. IÕd tie him down and ram him up the ass as firmly as heÕd
rammed me. WeÕd see who was master then. All day long heÕd played the
King, but IÕd be Queen then, and a very demanding one at that.
Candace was on about the twelfth stroke when Danielle suddenly
lurched forward and let us know what sheÕd been complaining so urgently
about. Pee shot out, sprinkling the floor, and we all broke into laughter at
the sight. Candace gave her a dozen more when she was done, telling her
over and over how naughty she was to have spoilt such a nice floor. Of
course it was just a simple wood floor, rough and splintery, but it seemed
to demean Danielle quite nicely to tell her she was worth less than the
floor!
We both urged Kevin to take her then, feeling a bit sorry for her. She
could have used her bottom for a road map by then, standing by the side of
the highway, offering her ass to inquiring motorists. He was sticking
straight out once more, rigid and hard as marble, and both Candace and I
felt some disappointment as we watched his shaft sink into DanielleÕs
cunny. He was master of himself now, having come before. He fucked her
with slow, easy strokes. He removed her nipple clamps so he could suck
on her tits. He untied her ball gag and kissed her lips. Finally he pulled
off her blindfold, looking straight into her eyes as he fucked them both to
orgasm.
Afterward we went to the bedroom. The sheets were cool,
comforting. We dozed, slept. When we awoke we took turns filling a steel
chamber pot in the room. Then we crawled back into bed. We were
dallying beneath the covers when Mother entered. She carried a tray of
fresh fruit, hardboiled eggs, toast and jelly and coffee in little porcelain
cups.
Candace and Kevin fed each other while mother looked on, holding the
tray. Danielle and I popped grapes in each otherÕs mouths. Finally
Candace, feeling her husbandÕs strength, got on top of him and mounted
him. She rode him to yet another marital victory as Danielle and I,
inspired, turned to frig each otherÕs pussies. We started late, having
watched them, and ended after they did. We awoke from our bliss to find
Candace and Kevin kissing and nuzzling us. Together we all stretched out
on the bed then, relishing our nude bodies. The covers were somewhere at
our ankles now, the cool late night air washed over us.
ÒWhat time is it?Ó Candace asked at last.
ÒNearly daylight,Ó Danielle said, cocking her head toward a window.
The curtain was just ajar there and she could see out without moving.
ÒWe must go, dear,Ó Candace said to Kevin.
ÒAlright,Ó he replied.
In the stillness of the darkened morning we got up, stole into the
bathroom. We stepped quietly, though we knew Mother was probably
awake somewhere. The old do not sleep much. Yet with a kind of respect
for her we went silently as we could, as if we needed to feel respect for
something, even her, after being so profligate. In the closeness of the
shower we washed each other down. Kevin grew hard but did not fuck his
wife again. We wanted to leave, be gone. We felt like embarrassed
children after some crazy stunt. We needed even to leave each other, for
we felt silly together now, though there was still amorous tension
between us.
Returning to the bedroom we found the bed made. There were
clothes laid out on the covers, our own plus a few rough, homemade things
to keep us warm. Hastily we dressed. We did not see mother as we
stepped back out into the living room. SheÕd been paid in advance, no
doubt, and wished us gone as well. Some new couple would be arriving
soon. She needed to prepare for them.
We retreated back through the woods and found the jeep. Kevin got
it turned around and back out on the main road. It felt awkward sitting
together. We said nothing. Kevin and Candace were the newly mated
couple, Danielle was alone, I was alone. I sat up front with Candace, as
before, but she did not play with my pussy this time. I was no longer a
slave. I had no master. I would not stay with Danielle, I knew. SheÕd
fucked me well, too well, in the dungeon. I wanted my freedom. I did not
wish for her to be my mistress anymore, as she inevitably must be, for it
was her dungeon there, whatever she might imply to the contrary. In the
end the one everyone looks to as mistress must be mistress, and she, as
owner, was mistress.
We bid quick goodbyes when the jeep returned to DanielleÕs place.
ÒYou wish to be free of England, donÕt you?Ó Danielle asked, taking
me aside. In the distance Candace and Kevin were just getting into a limo.
We waved a final goodbye.
ÒI-I want to go back home,Ó I said.
ÒIÕll give you the money,Ó Danielle replied. ÒI have too much of it.Ó I
didnÕt want to re-trace my steps back through the Argentinean government
to try to return home. Danielle, even as the new proprietress of the
dungeon, had already helped several girls, she said. Even girls who had
ÒtorturedÓ her. I blushed.
Danielle handed me enough to get some good clothes and a plane
ticket, with some left over for when I got back to Argentina. I thanked her
profusely.
ÒShhh, dear!Ó she said, putting a finger to my lips. You were a fine
little slave and IÕd have you in my bed any night, or in my dungeon. When
your pussy gets hungry you come back again, hear?Ó I flushed at her
lewdness, said nothing. She knew me better than I did.
DIARY OF A PERVERT
By Deep Thought
Reviews of Playmate Video Centerfold Julie Clarke and Playboy's Girls of
Spring Break - Part Three
But enough of Tower: Our other Playboy video under consideration is
Playboy's Girls of Spring Break. I shot off halfway through this one. It's
literally the best video Playboy has ever put out! Playboy must have
feared that a video without playmates wouldn't sell, so they really put
their spring break foundlings to work! In the first vignette a cute blonde
smears herself with paint. Then two luscious girls go horseback riding
through the snow and top off their day with a soothing soak in a jacuzzi.
Finally (at least in terms of me shooting off), two terrific blondes dress
up in (you guessed it) chaps and panties! First they pretend to shoot one
another with toy guns. Then one blonde lassoes the other, and ties her up.
Soon both girls' panties come off, and the rest is history or, rather, in my
underpants. When I last checked the screen some brunette was posing,
totally naked save for a pair of very sexy medieval leather gloves.
Playboy's Girls of Spring Break is a full hour in length. (Playboy
didn't forget to list the approximate running time on this box!) It is worth
every penny.
Now I would like to rant and rave over technical issues. Judging
from the quality (or lack thereof), Playboy's tapes must be printed on
toilet paper. There are two basic problems. The first is that the onscreen
T.V. picture is usually bent at the top of the screen. If you look at
anything straight on the screen (a tree, a telephone pole, etc.) the upper
portion is crooked. This doesn't happen on my T.V. when I am watching
regular television, nor does it happen on even my junkiest home-recorded
tapes. It only happens on the expensive $20 Playboy tapes I buy at Tower
Video.
A second technical problem is green lines that dart across the
screen at inopportune moments. I'll be watching a Playboy tape (often in
slow motion), and suddenly a green line will shoot horizontally across the
middle of the screen (usually right across a girl's tits). Sometimes the
line is gray, or white with black dots in it. I guess these are called
"dropouts," and why a new tape should have them is beyond me.
Yet another problem is the T.V. picture being too grainy. Naturally,
when you put the tape in slow motion the picture becomes grainy. On the
Julie Clarke video, however, the picture seems especially grainy. With
regard to Clarke, the bending of things at the top of the screen is liveable
in her video, until the tape is put into slow motion. Then there is major
bending. In Girls of Spring Break, however, the picture is bent when the
tape is running at normal speed, but if you put it into slow motion the
picture stops being bent! Like I said, Playboy must print its tapes on
toilet paper.
I have hesitated buying the Playboy channel on cable T.V. I'm getting
the absolute minimum picture fidelity from the cable company. A man
came out from the cable company, tested my picture quality, and told me
that while I was getting the very minimum ("zero" on his measuring
scale), it was still of a legal quality. In other words, had the picture been
even a fraction worse, the cable company would have been violating the
law. In this area, the Playboy channel costs only $7.00 a month. This is
actually a real bargain. Instead of buying any more fucked up $20 Playboy
tapes, I have resolved to go to Radio Shack and buy an amplifier for my
cable line to improve my T.V.'s picture quality. Then my home-recorded
tapes off the Playboy channel should be as good as anything I can buy at
Tower video. If you are suffering under similar circumstances, I suggest
you try a similar course of action. A cable amplifier at Radio Shack costs
about $15.
Here endeth my diary.
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