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 manÕs 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 
TiffanyÕs 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 TiffanyÕs asshole.  With a firm squeeze on the 
bottle, her other hand still softly caressing TiffanyÕs behind, Sylvia shot 
baby oil right up TiffanyÕs rectum.  Tiffany seemed to want to turn her 
head around to see what was going on, but she resisted the temptation, 
keeping the customerÕs 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 didnÕt 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!  
         ÒPlease, sir!Ó I cried at the stalwart with sudden glee.  ÒHold on as 
long as you can!  DonÕt give up now!Ó  Tiffany attempted to turn her head 
toward me, as if to scold me, but the need to hang on to the manÕs cock 
held her in place.  
         Sylvia knelt down behind Tiffany.  ÒRemember when I was a 
newbie?Ó She asked gently.  She was caressing TiffÕs behind again but her 
fingers looked as if they were about to commit some offense, lingering 
over the skin, touching it.  A shoplifterÕs fingers.  ÒDo 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 sheÕs 
never had it stretched at all, have you?Ó  
         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 Ònicely fitted,Ó as Elizabeth might say, meaning it was two sizes too 
small.  But a womanÕs 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 mistressÕ bottom on.  
         Beverly placed her hands firmly on TiffanyÕs shoulders, letting them 
rise and fall with the girlÕs movements but not allowing her to get up.  
Behind, Amber and another girl helped part TiffanyÕs ass.  Sylvia, settled 
in place behind her victim, nudged the young womanÕs rosette with the 
dildoÕs head.
         ÒNo!Ó Tiffany cried suddenly, her head flying up, liberating the manÕs 
cock.  Sylvia seemed startled, lost her poise.  The strapped-on phallus 
waggled menacingly just beyond TiffanyÕs nether portal, nuzzling it but 
not intruding.
         ÒYes, dear, it is time, suck the cock dear, he deserves it,Ó Beverly 
said in small, whispered phrases, stroking TiffanyÕs 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 whoÕd 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 TiffanyÕs 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, TiffanyÕs 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 girlsÕ hands as Amber helped 
Sylvia guide the phallus to its target.  The crowd drew forward, everyone, 
passengers and stews.  There was a hushed silence.  
         ÒOommphhh!Ó 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 
manÕs penis with her breasts, sluicing them between her bunched, oiled 
bosoms.  Behind SylviaÕs dildo made its inexorable entry, helped along by 
TiffanyÕs 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 manÕs 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 couldnÕt 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 TiffanyÕs back once, twice, again.  The girls pulled TiffÕs 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.
         ÒOh!  No!  Please,Ó 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.  SheÕd 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 
sheÕd 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 sheÕd held so close all these months while acting the part of the 
totally experienced dome, had been stripped from her forever.
         ÒYou have all been very naughty,Ó Tiffany intoned, gathering her 
thoughts.  She picked up a riding crop and was aimlessly whacking her 
thigh with it.  ÒYou girls know youÕre not supposed to come.  You know 
that.  Oh, if you come while youÕre 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!Ó  She made a wide, sweeping gesture with her hand, 
taking all in all the awful instruments that were on display in the room.
         ÒBut you especially have been naughty,Ó she said, turning suddenly to 
me.  ÒBecause you didnÕt cry when I spanked you and because...well, youÕre 
supposed to have your very first airborne orgasm on this flight.  And IÕm 
supposed to give it to you.  For the entertainment of our paying customers.  
But now youÕve already had an orgasm.Ó
         ÒI can have more,Ó I offered, helpfully cupping my pussy with my 
hand.  With my other I tweaked the nipple on my left breast.
         ÒWhat about the condom film?Ó a man called out.
         ÒJust for your enjoyment,Ó Tiffany replied.  ÒAnd for your 
instruction should you wish to fuck any of the women...passengers.Ó  The 
women had both found someone with a stiff cock during TiffanyÕs ordeal 
and rode him to victory, without any condom, which was again a violation 
of ElizabethÕs rules.
         Tiffany dragged me up by the hair and, turning me slightly, gazed for 
a moment at my bottom, as if seeing it anew.  ÒYes,Ó she said.  ÒYou will 
do very nicely.Ó  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 Ôtil they hurt.  I actually worried that 
my titties might sag when they were finally done with them.  Standing 
later, stark naked, before the flight kitchenÕs 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.  TheyÕd 
bundled themselves back into their flight jackets as soon as theyÕd left 
the dungeon, but I hadnÕt been able to find my black leather dress.  Out of 
spite, sexual tension, and perhaps a little mischievousness IÕd 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 planeÕs 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.  TheyÕd gotten their moneyÕs worth on 
Elizabeth Airlines.  SheÕd taken their coins and every drop of sperm they 
could spare.
         ÒDarling, you simply must get dressed!Ó Tiffany said, giving my bare 
bottom a little pat.  ÒAnd quit admiring your titties!  YouÕll make me feel 
jealous.Ó
         ÒHow could you ever feel jealous of mine?Ó 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.
         ÒWeÕll have to compare sometime,Ó Tiffany said.  ÒHere, put these 
on,Ó she added, drawing a little black panty from her purse.  It turned out 
to be made of lycra.  A swimsuit bottom.
         ÒWhat about my other clothes?Ó I asked.
         ÒWe seem to have lost them,Ó Tiffany replied, her eyes a bit too 
large, too innocent.  ÒAnyway, youÕre 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.Ó
         Sure enough, almost as she finished speaking two men boarded, 
dilettante bureaucrats.  We were in Mexico.  YouÕd 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 wasnÕt crisscrossed with whip 
marks.  
         SNAP!  He let go of the wide-pulled panties and I leapt as they 
cracked in against my fanny.
         ÒAlright, alright,Ó the man said, going on to the next girl, whoÕd just 
come in from the flight kitchenÕs 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 couldnÕt 
pronounce.  Of course IÕd made something of a sight of myself, walking 
through the airport in bikini panties, my dress unzipped in back.  WeÕd 
hurried along, all the express passes arranged for us by the two inspectors 
whoÕd 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 IÕd 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 theyÕd 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 whoÕd 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, theyÕd 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.  TheyÕd agreed to be the manÕs love slaves.  HeÕd 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 hadnÕt 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.
         ÒOh, donÕt you know, darling?Ó she asked.  And with growing horror I 
listened as she told me the entire story.  She said sheÕd 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.
         ÒAlright girls,Ó he said.  ÒWeÕre far enough out of town now...I want 
you to take off all your clothes.  Everything.  Hand them up to me when 
youÕve got them off.  And you may as well hand me your purses, too, 
because you wonÕt be needing THEM for the next month, I can assure you!Ó  
He laughed, a raucous, awful laugh, and waved an Uzi as he spoke, as if to 
assure us that we wouldnÕt 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 wouldnÕt 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.
         ÒTiffany!Ó I whispered harshly over my shoulder.  She was already 
undressing, like the other girls, stripping off her newly laundered flight 
jacket, her blouse (which sheÕd worn this morning), her modest trousers.
         ÒIÕm sorry dear,Ó she replied.  ÒI had no choice.Ó  She looked up at me 
with eyes stricken with remorse, yet I knew if she had to choose right 
now, again, sheÕd choose to throw my lot in with hers once more.  ÒTake 
off your jacket before he takes if off for you!  DonÕt worry, IÕll do my best 
to protect you!Ó
         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 IÕd 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.  ÒGirls for the grandee,Ó 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 
BibleÕs position on child molestation? - Learned Hand

         Dear Mr. Hand, Some people ÒinterpretÓ 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:

         ÒGo and hide in the vineyards.  ÔKeep watch,Õ they said, Ôand 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, ÔLet them keep them with your approval, for 
none of us has captured a wife in battle.Õ
         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.Ó - 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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