Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 26
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Eleven
With catlike grace Tiffany began to bob up and down. She held her
breasts pressed tightly together over the man�s organ. With her mouth she
kept a deadly grip on his crown. Her dress hiked up in back, showing first
a little of her bottom, then all of it. She was deliciously round in back
with sweetly parted cheeks that moved as she moved. I watched with
amazed eyes as Sylvia, perhaps inspired for the first time, stroked
Tiffany�s ass and then knelt directly behind her. With a smile at Amber
she took the bottle of baby oil and, at a jerk of surprise from Tiffany,
inserted the tip right into Tiffany�s asshole. With a firm squeeze on the
bottle, her other hand still softly caressing Tiffany�s behind, Sylvia shot
baby oil right up Tiffany�s rectum. Tiffany seemed to want to turn her
head around to see what was going on, but she resisted the temptation,
keeping the customer�s plum firmly planted in her mouth. Beverly, by now
guessing what the girls had in mind, went to a table and selected a large
black dildo. She took it over to them and Sylvia stood and Amber helped
her buckle it on. Tiffany, meanwhile, was beginning to look desperate, for
the man had not cum yet and if he didn�t right away she was going to get a
big nigger cock right up her porcelain ass. Together the girls hosed down
the big member with baby oil, exchanging knowing glances, delighted at
themselves for even getting this far. Secretly I wished to see it happen.
She had spanked me and she deserved to be buggered, I thought. Let her
see how she liked that!
�Please, sir!� I cried at the stalwart with sudden glee. �Hold on as
long as you can! Don�t give up now!� Tiffany attempted to turn her head
toward me, as if to scold me, but the need to hang on to the man�s cock
held her in place.
Sylvia knelt down behind Tiffany. �Remember when I was a
newbie?� She asked gently. She was caressing Tiff�s behind again but her
fingers looked as if they were about to commit some offense, lingering
over the skin, touching it. A shoplifter�s fingers. �Do you remember what
you stuck up my bottom, hmmm? How I wailed for you to take it out?
How you said I needed to be stretched, opened, if I could ever properly
accommodate the customers? Yet all the while little did we know that
Miss Delicacy herself had a cherry ass, just like mine was. And she�s
never had it stretched at all, have you?�
It was amazing to watch Sylvia. She was the most sweet, innocent
girl, a schoolgirl really, in a black flight jacket that would have fit a
junior high school girl properly. She was older, which meant the jacket
was �nicely fitted,� as Elizabeth might say, meaning it was two sizes too
small. But a woman�s jacket would have been too big for her, she was so
young still, barely a year older than me. And she was more diminutive
than I was, though with girlishly skinny legs and a bust the size of statue
in Milan. This darling little girl had suddenly transformed herself into a
kind of living Vampire now, with a big cock belted on that she intended to
impale her mistress� bottom on.
Beverly placed her hands firmly on Tiffany�s shoulders, letting them
rise and fall with the girl�s movements but not allowing her to get up.
Behind, Amber and another girl helped part Tiffany�s ass. Sylvia, settled
in place behind her victim, nudged the young woman�s rosette with the
dildo�s head.
�No!� Tiffany cried suddenly, her head flying up, liberating the man�s
cock. Sylvia seemed startled, lost her poise. The strapped-on phallus
waggled menacingly just beyond Tiffany�s nether portal, nuzzling it but
not intruding.
�Yes, dear, it is time, suck the cock dear, he deserves it,� Beverly
said in small, whispered phrases, stroking Tiffany�s lovely golden hair.
The man would get his fuck after all, though it would be more obscene
than he ever could have hoped, a beautiful lass fucking his lovely while
other lovelies looked on. They would all help her lose her nether virginity,
this strutting young blonde who�d been so high and mighty, so organized,
so disciplined. They would pry that little anal ring of hers right open and
give her something up her colon that would really discipline her!
With awe in my eyes I drew toward the proceedings, as Beverly
parted the lips of Tiffany�s mouth, restored the still unbroken cock to her.
Meekly now, it seemed, Tiffany gulped in the cock. She was no longer
trying to force the man to cum. She was more worried about her tight
little ass. Behind, Tiffany�s fanny was yanked apart once more, this time
for good. The girls would not let go of it this time, no matter what
Tiffany yelled. With whimpering sounds Tiffany kept up her sucking,
waiting, her cheeks flexing and tensing in the girls� hands as Amber helped
Sylvia guide the phallus to its target. The crowd drew forward, everyone,
passengers and stews. There was a hushed silence.
�Oommphhh!� Tiffany yelped suddenly. Her mouth, still closed over
the cockhead, muffled her cry. Her eyes turned frantic as the big dildo
nosed its way uncomfortably into her rectum. Then another cry from
Tiffany, her lips parting this time, almost losing the big penis in front of
her, while behind there would be no losing what entered her now.
Tiffany continued to bounce up and down bravely, squeezing the
man�s penis with her breasts, sluicing them between her bunched, oiled
bosoms. Behind Sylvia�s dildo made its inexorable entry, helped along by
Tiffany�s courageous bucking. The girls stroked Tiffany, whispering words
of encouragement, tickled her tummy and her titties, invaded her cunt
with their fingertips.
Softly Tiffany began crying, her tears running down the man�s penis,
as behind the itching, burning fake cock forced itself deeper into her.
Tiffany bounced faster, whether to attempt to dislodge it or finish herself
I couldn�t tell. With patience and grace Sylvia worked it up her, bucking
her own hips to get it up, not rushing her mistress. She bent forward and
kissed Tiffany�s back once, twice, again. The girls pulled Tiff�s asscheeks
harder apart. Some stews, aroused by the sight, popped the penises of the
men nearest them and began sucking, whether the man wanted to cum
again or not. Several rubbed themselves too. I watched, burning now with
desire, and helplessly I began rubbing my own clitty.
�Oh! No! Please,� I cried, but I could not stop myself. I reeled back
on my heels, almost losing my balance, swayed right once, left. Then I
collapsed to my knees and, spreading my legs as far as I could, I abandoned
myself to sexual pleasure.
A little later I was still on my knees, shivering, as Tiffany once
again stalked before us. She was haughty, proud, but her makeup was
smeared a bit with tears and her gait was ungainly. She�d had a hard ride,
and she had a very sore bottom. Fleetingly her fingers would dart back to
her buttcrack, touch it lightly, as if a touch could repair the widening
she�d received. But she was still in charge, still our mistress, and no
damage had been done to anything but her pride. Her anal ring would need
many stretchings before it was actually physically wider, more distended,
but it would never be quite so precious again, so untouched, so perfectly
innocent and naive. Now Tiffany knew what it felt like to have her little
hole opened and something jammed up it. Her secret, her anal virginity,
which she�d held so close all these months while acting the part of the
totally experienced dome, had been stripped from her forever.
�You have all been very naughty,� Tiffany intoned, gathering her
thoughts. She picked up a riding crop and was aimlessly whacking her
thigh with it. �You girls know you�re not supposed to come. You know
that. Oh, if you come while you�re sawing away on the cucumbers, and its
really an accident, Elizabeth will overlook it. But not in the dungeon. Not
where the passengers might really get out of control and tie us up to this
shit or something!� She made a wide, sweeping gesture with her hand,
taking all in all the awful instruments that were on display in the room.
�But you especially have been naughty,� she said, turning suddenly to
me. �Because you didn�t cry when I spanked you and because...well, you�re
supposed to have your very first airborne orgasm on this flight. And I�m
supposed to give it to you. For the entertainment of our paying customers.
But now you�ve already had an orgasm.�
�I can have more,� I offered, helpfully cupping my pussy with my
hand. With my other I tweaked the nipple on my left breast.
�What about the condom film?� a man called out.
�Just for your enjoyment,� Tiffany replied. �And for your
instruction should you wish to fuck any of the women...passengers.� The
women had both found someone with a stiff cock during Tiffany�s ordeal
and rode him to victory, without any condom, which was again a violation
of Elizabeth�s rules.
Tiffany dragged me up by the hair and, turning me slightly, gazed for
a moment at my bottom, as if seeing it anew. �Yes,� she said. �You will
do very nicely.� And then she gave me such a hard slap on my tushy that,
whether from nervousness or pain, I leapt up and let out a tribal howl.
Chapter Twelve
I thought then that Tiffany would do something awful with me. But
instead for the next hour or so we played about the hot tub or soaked in it.
Two men petted my breasts at once, milked them rather rudely I would
say, squeezing and sucking on them �til they hurt. I actually worried that
my titties might sag when they were finally done with them. Standing
later, stark naked, before the flight kitchen�s mirror, I leapt lightly up and
down, checking the resiliency of my boobies. Tiffany swept into the
kitchen, told me I looked as lovely as ever, and told me to get dressed too,
for she and all the other girls had long since gotten dressed. They�d
bundled themselves back into their flight jackets as soon as they�d left
the dungeon, but I hadn�t been able to find my black leather dress. Out of
spite, sexual tension, and perhaps a little mischievousness I�d wandered
out of the dungeon naked, sucking one of my fingers. Not quite a thumb-
sucking baby, but looking pretty nearly so. By now the men were all
totally spent, even the two that had so lustily sucked at my titties,
finally making me waste them with my fast-rubbing hands. So I just
flirted around the plane�s cabin as it made its approach, relishing my still
lingering sexuality in the presence of so many manly, yet suddenly unvirile
men. They groaned as I gave their loins one last pat, begging me to favor
their neighbor instead. But their eyes glinted warmly at me, admiring my
beauty and my coltish lustiness, wishing they could get themselves up and
give me one illegal poke before the plane actually touched down. None of
them could, though, alas for them. They�d gotten their money�s worth on
Elizabeth Airlines. She�d taken their coins and every drop of sperm they
could spare.
�Darling, you simply must get dressed!� Tiffany said, giving my bare
bottom a little pat. �And quit admiring your titties! You�ll make me feel
jealous.�
�How could you ever feel jealous of mine?� I asked, turning slightly,
still regarding myself in the mirror. Beyond the entrance to the flight
kitchen you could hear the passengers disembarking. Each received a
warm goodbye, got a last longing glimpse into a decollete jacket, before
he was pushed out by the file of men coming up behind him.
�We�ll have to compare sometime,� Tiffany said. �Here, put these
on,� she added, drawing a little black panty from her purse. It turned out
to be made of lycra. A swimsuit bottom.
�What about my other clothes?� I asked.
�We seem to have lost them,� Tiffany replied, her eyes a bit too
large, too innocent. �Anyway, you�re on duty until I relieve you. Now hurry
up and get dressed because the airport inspectors will be aboard any
moment, to see that everything is in order. You know we get inspected
more than other airlines, and not just out of prudishness, either.�
Sure enough, almost as she finished speaking two men boarded,
dilettante bureaucrats. We were in Mexico. You�d think the men were
uniform inspectors, I thought, glancing from the flight kitchen as I pulled
on my black swim panties. Soon one of them had me standing at attention
in the flight kitchen, while the other pulled open the back of my bikini
panties, a human version of the Coppertone puppy. He gazed in at my
bottom and I thanked my lucky stars that it wasn�t crisscrossed with whip
marks.
SNAP! He let go of the wide-pulled panties and I leapt as they
cracked in against my fanny.
�Alright, alright,� the man said, going on to the next girl, who�d just
come in from the flight kitchen�s far entrance. It was Beverly. She asked
them if they needed, perchance, to use the toilet. When they said they
certainly did she took them to it and they both went in, and she went in
with them. A little later the two inspectors came out grinning. They
nodded to all the girls as Beverly trailed out of the bathroom behind them.
The men stepped out of the plane and having looked at nothing but us, they
were gone.
I knew little then of what other favors we girls would be forced to
give, including myself. We stayed together at a hotel that night, one of
the best near the airport, something with a Spanish name that I couldn�t
pronounce. Of course I�d made something of a sight of myself, walking
through the airport in bikini panties, my dress unzipped in back. We�d
hurried along, all the express passes arranged for us by the two inspectors
who�d gone on ahead. I suppose it was customary to expose the new Air
Baby to a little embarrassment as we stews disembarked. A final little
humiliation for me to brave before I�d be allowed to become one of them.
Gathering in my bedroom at the hotel the stews shot the top off a
champagne bottle and sprayed me down with it. Then each one of them
kissed me on the cheek and wished me well. After their congratulations I
and my roommate, Sylvia, were left to ourselves. I was so exhausted that
I collapsed in my bed the moment the girls left. Sylvia tucked me in. She
said she wanted to go downstairs to the bar and party a little. But later,
when I awoke, I found her lying sleepily in her bed. I asked about her
partying and she said that they�d all settled down and decided not to go,
after all, because of what must happen in the morning. She said no more,
pretended to have fallen asleep when I tried to follow up my question with
another. So I slipped off to the bathroom, alone in an unpronounceable
hotel, with girls who�d paraded me through the airport that day in only an
unzippable dress and my panties on.
It turned out Tiffany had made a pact with the devil. Some of the
girls, including herself, had been dabbling in drugs. And, as luck would
have it, they�d run up a substantial bill. Short of cash but long on beauty,
Tiffany and the girls decided to let a drug lord have their bodies in
payment. They�d agreed to be the man�s love slaves. He�d insisted on 9
1/2 weeks of slavery. Tiff had gotten him down to five. And so, next
morning, when I thought we were boarding a van to go to the airport, we
were driven instead to a remote villa.
Not all the girls went. Not all of them owed money, and some had
never used drugs. But Tiffany had, and Amber, and Sylvia, and two others.
Beverly took charge of the girls who were going back to the airport. I was
supposed to go with her, of course, but Tiffany slipped me into her van. It
turned out one of the girls who owed hadn�t shown up for our flight to
Mexico, and so Tiffany had been one girl short. And you can guess who she
finally decided to make up the count with.
As I saw the city draw away behind us I asked one of the girls, a girl
named Cheryl, why we seemed to be going away from the airport instead
of toward it.
�Oh, don�t you know, darling?� she asked. And with growing horror I
listened as she told me the entire story. She said she�d just assumed I
must owe something too, else why would I have gotten on this van?
Before she could finish telling me all the details a man sitting next to the
driver in the front of the van stood up.
�Alright girls,� he said. �We�re far enough out of town now...I want
you to take off all your clothes. Everything. Hand them up to me when
you�ve got them off. And you may as well hand me your purses, too,
because you won�t be needing THEM for the next month, I can assure you!�
He laughed, a raucous, awful laugh, and waved an Uzi as he spoke, as if to
assure us that we wouldn�t be needing our willpower for the next five
weeks either. I could tell at once that he was just some flunkie, a guard,
and surely wouldn�t lay a hand on us if we obeyed, but there was an evil
glint in his eye, as if he was just waiting for one of us to give him an
excuse to rape us.
�Tiffany!� I whispered harshly over my shoulder. She was already
undressing, like the other girls, stripping off her newly laundered flight
jacket, her blouse (which she�d worn this morning), her modest trousers.
�I�m sorry dear,� she replied. �I had no choice.� She looked up at me
with eyes stricken with remorse, yet I knew if she had to choose right
now, again, she�d choose to throw my lot in with hers once more. �Take
off your jacket before he takes if off for you! Don�t worry, I�ll do my best
to protect you!�
With trembling, inexpert fingers I undid my jacket and blouse. I was
so proud of my new flight jacket! I hated to see it crumpled, taken from
me, passed to the front. Within minutes I was sitting bare-assed on the
hot vinyl seat of the bus. Along with the other girls my titties wiggled
freely, the nipples pink and quite visible through the windows of the van.
We were in lush countryside now, passing palm-roofed huts, farmers
hoeing fields under a rising bright-balled sun. It was climbing swiftly
toward high noon and I wondered where I�d be when that hour struck.
Our white shoulders flashed by the occasional motorist, the farm
lorry, the milk truck, heads turning as they saw a sight unaccustomed in
this country; blonde heads, with bright blue eyes, glancing out fearfully as
the dark eyed Mexicans stared inward. �Girls for the grandee,� I thought I
saw some of them whisper to each other.
To my stunning amazement the guard passed irons out then,
lightweight stainless steel ones, and we girls were to help each other into
them. My five companions obeyed, helping me into mine just as they
buckled each other into bondage. When I the shackles snapped shut we all
knew none of us in the van, not even the guard, had the key to unlock them
again. Only the grandee had that.
GOD ON CHILD MOLESTATION
by holy joe
Dear Joe, I realize this is a touchy subject, but what is the Holy
Bible�s position on child molestation? - Learned Hand
Dear Mr. Hand, Some people �interpret� an ambiguous sentence by
Jesus to be against child molestation. However, there is no need for
interpretation when we have clear, unambiguous words in the Holy Bible
readily at hand:
�Go and hide in the vineyards. �Keep watch,� they said, �and when the
GIRLS of Shiloh come out to take part in the dance, come from the
vineyards, and each of you SEIZE one of them for his wife; then be off to
the territory of Benjamin. If their fathers or brothers come and complain
to us, we shall say to them, �Let them keep them with your approval, for
none of us has captured a wife in battle.�
The Benjamites did this; they carried off as many wives as they
needed, SNATCHING them from the dance; then they went their way back to
their own territory.� - Judges: 21:20-23.
(This is why it is so important to wire our schools for the Internet,
so girls can see for themselves the unambiguous words of our Lord God
instead of just the words of adulterers like Bill and Hillary Clinton. Ed.)
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