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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 309
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
With a triumphant shout RayÕs seed burst inside me. His penis
jabbed, I fought back with KateÕs 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.
RayÕs 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 IÕd fucked.
ÒIÕm not sure. Not often,Ó I replied. And it was true. I was still a
little scared of sex. ItÕs 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 RayÕs stomach and tugged at my pubic hair.
ÒYou might be pregnant now,Ó she said.
ÒDo you have any morning after pills?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó she answered.
ÒIÕve probably been fired from my lifeguard job for abandoning my
post,Ó Ray said.
ÒYour post is right here, sir,Ó 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 RayÕs seed on the insides of my thighs. It was dry
now. More was up in me.
ÒI like it here by the beach,Ó Kate said. ÒItÕs much more fun than
New York! LetÕs go swimming!Ó
ÒLet me call my mom first,Ó 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 friendÕs house and promised to do my
homework. Then I hung up.
ÒAlright, little one, now letÕs hit the beach!Ó 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 couldnÕt 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.
ÒTry to lose your erection, big boy,Ó Kate told him. She looked down
at his penis and laughed. It was obvious he wasnÕt going anywhere, no
matter what humiliation he faced if he got caught nude on the beach.
ÒStay between us. IÕve got both pieces on and Kelly at least has her
panties. Maybe you wonÕt be seen,Ó 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.
ÒOr you can try wearing one of my uncleÕs suits,Ó Kate suggested.
ÒI donÕt want to wear a pervertÕs swimsuit,Ó Ray replied.
ÒWell, he was quite fat anyhow, so I doubt youÕd fit,Ó 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 weÕd have to move quickly to avoid getting caught. With Ray
between Kate and myself, we made a dash down the sand. RayÕs 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. KateÕs 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 otherÕs bodies. We had a fetish for
each otherÕs loins and we did not deny ourselves. But we didnÕt 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 Ôbare buns
boy,Õ 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 weÕd
fed ourselves we were going back down to the dungeon. Kate might have to
report it to the police on Monday. We didnÕt 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. RayÕs 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.
ÒYou know you agreed to be prisoner this time,Ó Kate said to me.
ÒI know,Ó I gulped. IÕd tried to forget, hoped she had. But she hadnÕt.
ÒCome,Ó she said, and delicately but firmly took my hand. ÒThereÕs
an Ob-Gyn room in back, just for girls, to put them through their paces.Ó
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 ÒMy God!Ó 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
ÒWarning: Electric Shock.Ó
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 femaleÕs 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 tableÕs 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
girlÕs 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 clownÕs 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?
ÒItÕs a milking machine, dear,Ó Kate explained to me. It took me a
minute to figure it out when I first saw it. ÒThe 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 youÕve got any milk to
give, itÕll get it, I assure you!Ó
I lifted a hand and ran it along the tubing that ran to one of the
nipple-sized suction cups. ÒHow do you know it works?Ó I asked in a
trembling voice.
ÒDonÕt ask,Ó 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, ÒEnema waste products.Ó Beside that bag was one that was full.
ÒEnema contents,Ó 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.
ÒYou must be opened dear. Completely,Ó Kate said to me. She
squeezed my hand. I bit my lip. What did she mean by that?
ÒI-I donÕt want to be opened,Ó I murmured. My voice was quiet as a
church mouseÕs. As I spoke I could feel RayÕs 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.
ÒPlease donÕt resist. It will only make it more difficult for you,Ó
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.
RayÕs hands came to my waist and gripped me tightly. ÒGet on the
bed,Ó he said gruffly. He found my hole with his cockhead and made me
wince as he jabbed at it with his hugeness.
ÒLet her,Ó 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 RayÕs 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 tableÕs 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.
ÒVery good, dear,Ó Kate said. She plucked a nurseÕs 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.
ÒI have to wet your nipples to attach the suction cups of the milking
machine,Ó Kate told me.
ÒI donÕt want to be milked,Ó 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.
ÒIt wonÕt hurt you,Ó Kate smiled, nuzzling and suckling my breasts.
ÒI think its just Colgate Winterfresh toothpaste,Ó 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 wouldnÕt 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
IÕd 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, ÒCheck out ÔThe Body Project, An
Intimate History of American GirlsÕ. ItÕs a new book by Joan Jacobs
Brumberg. It has a really delectable photo on its front cover.Ó
I told him I wasnÕt 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, ÒWhat is on the cover of that book?Ó I
assume itÕs a photo of a mature, big-hipped, fully-formed, responsible
woman. The kind all us politically correct 90Õs guys salivate over. I
imagine IÕll be staring at some part of her body, maybe her hips, and
saying to myself, ÒMan, if I could only get hold of those!Ó
And at the same time IÕll be worrying that our fat-heavy national
diet lowers girlsÕ age of puberty and lengthens their vulnerability to
pregnancy. While, at the same time, IÕll 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! ThatÕs the America I believe in!
Anyway, thatÕs my hot tip. Hopefully the cover will have some big-
hipped woman on it, and not some slender, elfin girl. I wouldnÕt want to
put anything irresponsible up on the Internet!
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