Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 19
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Nine
To my horror the ladies found themselves so stimulated by my
ordeal that they began masturbating. Danielle tucked a finger within
the lips of her cunt and began rubbing herself, even as she continued to
impale me on her hand-held sausage. Unlovingly Rebecca gripped my
breasts, stilling their music so she could squeeze and palp them with
selfish, sex-crazed hands. Danielle ran her tongue over her lips. She
looked intense now, self-absorbed, hardly thinking of me as she
concentrated on her own pleasure. I was merely an object for their own
delight. I mattered not, only the pleasure in their cunts mattered now.
Rebecca pulled my chin back and welded her lips to mine. My eyes
gazed up at the ceiling, glazed, unseeing. There was only the physical
world now, no thoughts or ideas, no emotions save those teetering back
and forth between pain and pleasure, need and greater need.
I swooned, I passed out. All was darkness, sweet darkness, my
snatch spread as wide as possible, a phallus filling me, breaking me
open. My tits squeezed, nipples endlessly sucked by clamping infant
mouths of steel. Amidst the aroma of love I passed away to a softer,
kinder, unknowing world, a place of regained childhood innocence, of
night.
Later I felt them lifting me. I did not open my eyes. Mercifully
the jangling bells were removed from my boobs. Someone carried me.
Someone with strong, manly hands. A bed received me and I slept.
Chapter 10
I lay on the bed next morning, face down, naked, the whip marks still
blazing across my bottom. They had yanked back the blanket and tossed
me down on the exposed sheets like a sack of potatoes. I�d been too tired
to note it at the time, their roughness had seemed gentle, after the ordeal
in the saddle.
I let the cool morning air wash over me, gently caressing my hot-
bulbed hiney. It felt soothing, I shivered. My hands lay by my side, palms
up. I breathed softly into my pillow.
Lifting my hips, I slipped my hands protectively over my quim. I
cupped my sex, settled myself back into the sheets. I felt wet down there,
moist and oozy, the sperm still dribbling out of my honeypot. They�d used
me, thoroughly and without remorse. And me? Et tu, Brute? I�d obeyed,
responded energetically. Still the glancing eyed little girl, of course, but
more accomplished (and more of an accomplice!) than ever.
A bit later they roused me. Danielle and Rebecca bathed me, quickly
and unceremoniously. I had the feeling Danielle would have lingered over
me, the courtesy of her Asian ways bred deep, but Rebecca kept of the
demeanor of a flinty Bildad. They pulled me out when I�d been scrubbed
and toweled me down. Taking me back into the bedroom, Rebecca opened a
closet. Danielle murmured something, and Rebecca bent down and plucked
a pair of brand new sneakers from within the closet.
�Here, put these on, we�re going out,� Rebecca said. She tossed down
the sneakers in front of me.
�Oh, they�re pretty!� I said, feeling very feminine from all the
attention that was being paid to me. I was still the starlet, even after
last night, even after revealing all my charms to them. They still loved
me, still thought of me all the time. They still wanted more.
I plunked my fanny down on a leather-covered hassock. It felt sleek,
well oiled, though it was of course perfect for sitting on, not oily at all. I
laced up my pretty new tennies, slipped my feet into them, tied them. I
felt oddly erotic, putting on shoes with no clothes. Perhaps clothes were
not required. Perhaps we would hike in the nude. Or maybe I would just be
nude, their ornament, their plaything. They would be fully dressed, lest
we should come upon campers, or a forest ranger.
The women had slipped out a minute but now Danielle returned. Her
eyes beckoned me to stand. I did, feeling still a little stiff, though I was
recovering rapidly from my night�s trials. I was young. They knew I could
take such things easily. I was made for it, as all young girls are, despite
what the feminists might say. I was, to speak scientifically, (as my
biology teacher once did), �in the prime of reproductive fitness.� He�d
been a kind of heretic, telling the truth, not towing the politically correct
party line. I�d dreamed once of sleeping with him, of proving his thesis
correct. Now I had. But he had not been here to enjoy it. I pitied him a
little, a bachelor, uncomfortable with women, though not so
uncomfortable as to avoid telling young girls the truth about their bodies.
Danielle smiled, tied a yellow chiffon neckerchief around my slim
throat.
�May I have something to wear?� I asked hopefully. She herself was
half-dressed now, in trousers, boots. She�d just put them on, being naked
as myself a minute ago, when they�d found shoes for me.
�You won�t need anything else,� Danielle smiled. �Clothes aren�t
required where we�re going. Especially for you. You�re being taken along
for your body, nothing else. You know that, don�t you?�
�Well,� I said, speculating, �I�d LIKE to be taken for my mind too.�
�Your mind?� Rebecca laughed, entering. She was dressed smartly in
jodhpurs. Chukka boots, made of suede, encased her feet. A whip was
thrust through the belt of her trousers. Like Danielle, she was topless.
�We don�t need your mind, dear, your bubblegum fantasies, or mental lists
of the latest records that you want from the mall. But young, beautiful
bodies that can, as they say, �take a licking and keep on ticking,� are
always welcome. Not that we ladies would necessarily make you a part of
our party, of course. We can�t help but be a little jealous. The less
females the better, as far as we�re concerned. But the men, you know, like
John, are hopelessly unfeminized. Maybe Bill Clinton knows how to march
to the drumbeat of the feminists, but few other men do, especially those
who can FUCK!� She said the word loudly, giving a toss of her head. In her
coarseness she seemed strangely alluring to me. Would I one day be as
powerful as she? Confident, determined, holding her beauty lightly, as if
she could do whatever she wanted and never lose it. And she hadn�t, so
far. She still had a figure that could make young boys spill just by
walking past them, her breasts big and firm and daunting, hips curved,
powerful. She was sexually potent, toxic to marriages and fidelity. Yet
she knew even she could not compete with the squirming, supple,
schoolgirl at the mall. Oh yes, men loved full-bodied women. But the
innocent eyed, precocious girl, the one next door with unwittingly come-
hither eyes? What could a man do when she plopped herself on his lap,
wiggled her bottom saucily, looked up at him and asked him what a �blow
job� was? And oh, yes, she�d have so many other questions to. All the
time jiggling her little tits and wriggling her ass with promising vigor.
And what if she asked him to come upstairs, to see her teddy bear
collection, after giving his groin such a thorough workout as she sat on it?
Would the cold, liver-spotted hand of Janet Reno be strong enough to deter
him? Would he be weak-willed enough to let it? Or would he unzip
himself at last, Agamemnon unleashed, Hercules about to embark on his
many labors?
�Oh, how big it is,� Little Red Riding Hood would coo at the wolf, and
invite him into her bed. Grandmother could stay away from home, for all
she cared. Grandmother could draft laws and write memos at the Justice
Department. Nature would proceed unhindered, as it always had in the end.
Four million years of nature pitted against 30 years of feminist
�revolution.� No contest at all.
John himself entered then, and showed the true nature of the manly
spirit then, the camaraderie between them, their ability to take control at
once, though they allow the females wide latitude, saving their authority
only for the necessary moment. And, to my dismay, this proved to be such
a moment.
�I�ve met an old friend of mine,� John said. �He has a new wife, and
they are visiting England. I owe him a favor and I want to repay him.�
Without even acknowledging me, he said to Rebecca: �I have promised her
to him.� His peremptory manner of speech brooked no dissent. The ladies
glanced at me once, Danielle smiled sweetly, Rebecca showed no emotion
at all. And then they walked out, the three of them, leaving me behind.
Disconsolately I sat down on my hassock. I balled my hands into
fists and dropped my chin onto them. What was this? Was I merely
property, to be donated at will to another man?
My thoughts were interrupted then as a woman strode in, much like
Rebecca, with an imposing demeanor. She was clad just as Rebecca had
been, and I thought I was seeing double when Rebecca strolled in behind
her. I did not even notice the man who came in until a few moments after,
for just then Rebecca pointed to a selection of flagellation implements
hung near the bedroom door. The new woman gazed at them a moment,
then picked a paddle. It had a slender handle but a round, seat swatting
�business end.� The woman gauged its weight, apparently finding it
acceptable, and turned to me. I had risen to my feet, perhaps with an
impulsive whispering of my conscience that I must defend myself. Indeed,
the paddle bothered me. A whip has a certain elegance, but paddles are for
little girls. I wasn�t as old as they were, but I wasn�t an eight-year-old,
either!
�So this is the little one?� the new woman asked, eyeing me. She
had large, gorgeous bosoms, uptilted, which showed off her dollar-sized
nipples to great advantage.
�Yes,� Rebecca said. Then she addressed me. �Barbi, this is
Candace. Come and kiss her.� With dragging steps I came forward then.
As I drew nearer a certain passion inflamed me. Perhaps it was my nudity
before so many strangers, perhaps it was the fact that everyone�s
attention was focused directly on me. Softly, sweetly, I parted my lips. I
let my eyelashes flutter closed, offered my tongue even as Candace
offered her own. Their tips touched, ever so lightly. I felt as if Candace
was afraid of hurting my tongue with her own.
We eased closer together. My high-set, pointed breasts met the
points of her own. Our nipples seemed to spark as they touched. My mouth
pressed closer to hers. Hands still modestly at my side I let her take me,
driving her tongue deep into my mouth. She lifted her hands, grasped me
by my narrow waist. Below my hips began wiggling. I could not quiet
them. A lust was within me.
Our mouths separated. Candace looked at me, the color dancing in
her cheeks exquisitely. I blushed. Her paddle dangling from a cord looped
about her wrist, Candace lifted her palms. She gathered my breasts in her
hands, holding them gently, as if they were precious hothouse fruit grown
in the midst of winter. My nipples sprouted even more fiercely, proud and
erect. My blush deepened. My bottom cheeks jiggled plumply, I bade them
be still but they refused.
�Doesn�t she have delightful titties?� Candace asked her husband,
who drew close to us, admiring us both.
�Yes,� he breathed, his voice heavy, obviously affected by our sweet
girlish kissing. Walking behind me he examined my bottom. �I can see her
fanny is popular too.� Perturbed, I instinctively clasped my hands to my
seat, covering the fading marks there. I felt embarrassed letting others
see what had been inflicted on me the night before. It was as if some
privacy had been violated. Something deeper than just being nude. Being
naked and violated, that was worse. �I love a girl who can take a good
spanking,� the stranger said. Only later would I learn his name was Kevin.
�Yet, you know, you do look a bit frail for it. I like to be rough with my
girls and you are still so young, rather bony in fact, with long skinny legs,
stick-like arms, tiny shoulders. Only your bosoms seem properly filled
out.�
�Don�t worry,� Rebecca said. �That little heart-shaped ass of hers
needs a good spanking, and much more frequently than its been given up
till now. Imagine a girl of her age going about unchaperoned! She has been
on the loose since last August, going wherever her little teenage mind felt
like. I swear, these girls today, they should all be properly enrolled in a
same sex school and given lots of homework every night. How are we
women ever going to hold onto our husbands with little imps like her
sashaying around town?�
�Well, we shall give her some discipline then,� Kevin laughed. He
was young, and his wife also, both of them in their 20�s. No doubt he
wondered if Rebecca didn�t see his own wife as a sexual threat also.
Perhaps, I thought, Rebecca had engineered this whole exchange herself.
She had played with me and now she was desperate to get rid of me before
John fell in love with me. Women can plant things in men�s minds, and
make them act on what they foolishly think are their own ideas. I�d known
that trick since second grade, when I�d gotten the man up the street to
walk me to school every day, for my �protection.� I�d given him my best
bug-eyed look and made up a story about a �child molester� lurking in the
park. The rest of the year he walked me to and from school, this elderly
retired man, carrying my books for me and greeting me every morning with
a big lollipop. Girls do have their ways.
Kevin, young and lusty, said we must be on our way. He had on an
Eddie Bauer field jacket and carried a hunting rifle, for our protection or
our obedience I knew not which. The only one of us to be fully clothed, he
led us out a back door, where Danielle intercepted us. Her eyes sparkled
when she saw me. I realized she�d taken a liking to me and wasn�t about
to just let me go, perhaps never to see me again. �Oh please, may I
come?� she asked. �We could take my new jeep, and ride in the open air.�
�But the girls,� Kevin began, still making for what I guessed was his
limo. We were in a semi-enclosed parking lot. He knew we could not stay
long in public view, what with me totally naked and Candace topless. I
glanced around, saw only passing cars in the street some 50 feet away.
None of them, hurrying by, had noticed us yet. But soon one surely would.
Without even arguing Danielle simply drew us toward her jeep. She
was still dressed as I�d seen her before, in jeans and boots. Perhaps it
was her animal magnetism that pulled us along in her wake, making even
Kevin forget his limo.
�Here, put these on,� Danielle said, giving Candace and I thin little
t-shirts with no sleeves and plunging necklines. We shimmied into them,
and she put one on herself.
�What about panties?� I asked.
�The sides of the jeep will block anyone from seeing your bare legs
and pussy,� Danielle replied. �Now let�s get in my jeep. As soon as we get
outside London I�ll put the top down and we can ride bare-breasted,
enjoying the air. Kevin, would you drive please? Girls, you can both sit up
front if you wish and I�ll get in back with the picnic-basket. I like being a
back seat driver,� she added with a smile.
We hopped into her jeep, young and carefree, except I myself was a
little nervous about riding around bare-bottomed in London. Kevin took the
wheel and a moment later we peeled out of the lot.
Upon reaching the countryside, Kevin put the top down electronically.
At Danielle�s insistence we girls peeled off our tops and let them flutter
away in the wind. We passed a slow-moving tractor a minute later and,
catching sight of our condition at the last moment, a pop-eyed farmer
gawked as we slipped past him. Soon we were enveloped by woods, which
gradually deepened into a spooky forest. The air was cool and I felt chilly,
wishing to have my shirt back.
�Oh, it�s invigorating,� Candace said. For the first time on our
journey she broke the question of sex, lightly putting a finger between my
legs and diddling my clitty.
�No, don�t,� I said, shivering.
�How prettily your nipples stand up in this chilly air,� Candace said,
still tickling my private. All three of us had stiffened nipples because of
the drop in air temperature. Kevin glanced around at all of us, admiring
the sight.
�Keep her on the edge of her seat,� Kevin told Candace. And so she
kept at my clitty, and soon I was doing a little lap dance in the front seat,
like some girls do in bars, except I was still sitting in my own seat.
Kevin found a gravel path, almost hidden by two overhanging,
interlocking trees. He told us to duck as he turned into it. Moss covered
branches, hoary and smelling of ferns, brushed into the jeep as we passed
under them. We seemed to have passed into a kind of forboding fairyland
when I looked up. A place of elves, where darkness brooded even at high
noon. The canopy of old trees here was so thick that little light got
through. The place was in a kind of perpetual twilight, and mushrooms
grew here, richly, right up between the stones that formed our road. Kevin
ran over them uncaringly. I heard quiet night sounds, despite the fact that
it was still afternoon; owls hurrying, and the scampering of little
creatures as we passed.
The road dwindled as we drove down it. The rank grass lining the
gravel way closed in gradually. Finally the grass was really the road, and
the rocks only bare oases within it. And then the trees came on. One
brushed the side of our jeep, scraping it. Two more looked like they would
block our way, but Kevin managed to get us through.
�As tight as a virgin,� he muttered as, the sides of the jeep losing
paint, we just scraped by.
�Oh, my poor jeep!� Danielle sighed behind us, but otherwise did not
protest. We went on another two miles then, as if the twin trees had
somehow been grown by the gods of this place to dissuade only the timid.
At last, topping a small rise, we saw that nature, by design or otherwise,
had won at last. There was a stand of trees, blocking the road and closing
in all around us, and we could go no further with the aid of a machine.
From now on it would be on foot, sojourning through the wood strictly on
nature�s terms, no better equipped than the animals crouching and
scampering amongst the leaves of the forest floor.
MISSY APPREHENDED!
O, I am sooo ahhshamedd! Here I was trying to doo goode, and instead
I got my wee little cunny in Trouble! Here�s what happened. I decided to
post all of Roller�s Dreamgirls stories in alt.poop? But this morning, I got
a most unpleasant and Trobulesome call.
*RINGGG!*
me (missY): hellow?:0
Him:( Who the fuck is this?
me: Itsth me, missY!
Him: Are you the Pervert who posted all those dirty stories on alt.poop?
me: Yethsth, didn�t you ejaculate from reading them? Do you needth a
refundamoneyo?
Him: No I don�t, goddammit!
me: Well, what�s troubleing yu, dear boy?
Him: I�ll have you know, young man, that alt.poop stands for, �People
Opposed to Offensive Pornography.� And you filled it up with FILTH!
me: Oh, well, you know, there was nothing there.
Him: That�s because we were all at a big convention in Virginia, studying
how to rid the Internet of filth and pornography!
me: Oh, well, solly dolly. (But really I did feel really bad...right after I
was done masturbating over his big, husky voice!
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