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Date: Wed, Apr 23, 1997 4:08 PM EDT
From: f242@flash.net (Jason)
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holy joe replies: Sorry, but I only write stories. I guess your little
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 251
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Two
ÒPlease leave the door unlocked, Maria,Ó Bev told her. ÒYou may stay
yourself if you like.Ó Maria nodded politely, in her rustic way, that she
would not. Rose was downstairs and no doubt would need her. ÒThen put
the ÔDo Not DisturbÕ sign on the door but, if you please, drape a condom
over it,Ó 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. ÒPeople
will understand what it means, I hope. It means they can enter and watch,
or perhaps play, with our permission.Ó
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. ÒDonÕt knock over JackÕs tray, youÕll scald his balls,Ó 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
JackÕs 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.
ÒLetÕs play with his penis,Ó 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. ItÕs 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.
ÒOh! Look what youÕve done! YouÕve gotten honey on my bustier!Ó Bev
scolded me.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I replied truthfully. I bent and began licking at her
nipples first, to get off the honey IÕd playfully squirted there.
Bev reached down to my hips and undid, one by one, the pre-tied
drawstrings of my panties, which IÕd 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 IÕd
been before, but with a tight corset binding my middle (though not, any
longer, my boobs) and stockings and gloves and heels on.
ÒCrawl up to the head of the bed and let Jack give your pussy a
licking,Ó Bev told me. I was about to comply when she stayed me, picked
up the whipped cream, and handed it to me. ÒHeÕll want to clean me out,Ó
she said simply. ÒPut some in my panties so he can do me after he does
you.Ó 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 donÕt know.
With Bev properly creamed, we both had the sudden idea of
decorating JackÕs handy cock. Bev took the HersheyÕs syrup and upended it
and dribbled chocolate all over JackÕs cock while I watched with baited
breath. Then it was my turn. I got to top him off with whipped cream.
ÒIÕll race you to the bottom!Ó Bev told me. I couldnÕt resist. With
Jack howling with pleasure, we both licked our way all the way down his
shaft. Every moment I was sure heÕd replace the whipped cream weÕd
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!
ÒOkay, now a little treat for your hiney hole,Ó Bev told me.
ÒNo!Ó I protested, but she took me by the hair, bent me over, pressing
my face into JackÕs cock, actually bending him down under my face, and
put the tip of the HersheyÕs bottle to my anus. I was so anxious about
getting messy that I didnÕt even realize how wonderful it was to have her
boyfriendÕs 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!
ÒOkay, now up top so he can tongue-fuck you into oblivion,Ó 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 JackÕs 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 loverÕs face and occupied his hands, Bev took up
position at JackÕs cock. She undid tiny ties underneath her pussy lips,
making her modest panties into crotchless ones. The whipped cream IÕd
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 sheÕd had even less sex
than sheÕd 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 heÕd 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 momentÕs attempt
at evasion by me, forced me to lick his finger clean.
ÒOh, Godddd!Ó Bev cried behind me. She was getting the full force of
his erection now, and it was, I speculated, stretching her to new heights
sheÕd 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 wouldnÕt 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 menÕs penises, fuck me up my cunt until IÕd 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.
ÒCome and clean me, bitch!Ó 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 IÕd so naughtily
squirted there 20 minutes before, relishing my defilement of her, never
suspecting IÕd 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 BevÕs crotchless panties. But when IÕd 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 JackÕs rod, me like a little
kitty-cat in her masterÕs bed, getting my pussy fondled as my two
masters made love.
ÒWell, Jack, are you empty yet?Ó Bev asked him when at last weÕd
slowed down enough for a rest. Bev had just dismounted from him and he
looked up at both of us with gleaming eyes.
ÒI doubt it,Ó Jack replied. And I knew what he meant. What young
stud would stop after just two spurts?
ÒAs soon as youÕre hard again weÕll put Fleury atop you,Ó Bev told
him. ÒShe needs some of your sperm too.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jack answered, a big dumb okay from a big guy. I didnÕt
know him well enough yet to know whether he was smart or dumb.
ÒItÕs up to us to make him hard again, Fleury. Think youÕre up to it?Ó
Bev asked me.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó 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 JackÕs 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 JackÕs balls and
saw them drawing upward again already, promising yet more fulfillment.
ÒTurn around and show me your ass,Ó Bev told me, picking up her
crop from where it lay half-hidden amidst the bedcovers. ÒI want to pay
you back for all the sperm youÕre going to steal from my boyfriend.Ó
ÒIÕm-IÕm really not into that,Ó I said, my voice suddenly wavering,
my tits wobbling nudely on my chest, sticking out from the holes in my
corselette.
ÒShe must be whipped later tonight, by Branson,Ó Jack told Bev.
ÒHer bottom is reserved for him.Ó
ÒOh! Branson! HeÕs such a brute!Ó Bev gasped. ÒLet me see your poor
bottom! How awful it will tomorrow, after your visit to him! IÕll kiss it
for you right now, to help it get better before he even begins. YouÕll need
it, belive me!Ó
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 sheÕd 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 IÕd 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 HersheyÕs 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 heÕd 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, childÕs frame, atop him. Then she got
behind me and bore down on my shoulders. Gazing downward, I watched
with gaping eyes as JackÕs 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.
ÒNo,Ó 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.
ÒYes, Louis, watch as another fucks your love. See how big his tool
is. Bigger than yours, even. Are you jealous?Ó Rose asked.
Louis nodded.
ÒShe will be punished for it by Branson, I can assure you,Ó Rose
replied. Polly peeked over RoseÕs shoulder.
ÒPoooolleee!Ó 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.
ÒGood, good,Ó 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 JackÕs ever more
viciously fucking prick.
Somewhere in our fuck-fest I collapsed in a dizziness of delight
over JackÕs 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 didnÕt 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 canÕt 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 pervertÕs 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. ÒWe Were SoldiersÓ is just such a story.
ÒWe Were SoldiersÓ 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 youÕll barely be able to put this book down. The great
thing about it is that itÕs totally true. Any lesson youÕre 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
ÒReading is a lot like sex.Ó
- Time, April 21, 1997, pg. 102.
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