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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 308
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
When the pail was full Kate and I lugged it over to Ray. We plopped
it down next to him. He watched as we bent, our breasts swinging, and
soaped up our hands in the bucket. We lathered our hands in the Mr. Bubble
foam. Then, our hearts beating, we began to rub our hands all over Ray.
Kate got busy on his chest. I got busy on his bottom. We decided not
to do his penis because we knew that the two of us, lathering his dick,
would make him shoot for sure. But all the rest of him was fair game.
Ray groaned with pent-up passion as we washed him. We tried to
keep the foam off ourselves and out of our hair. We just wanted to
concentrate on him, to make him sparkling clean so that he would be a
model prisoner.
ÒMy, such a powerful chest,Ó Kate said admiringly. ÒDo you work out
a lot, Ray?Ó It was strange. We knew so little about each other, yet here
we were, all of us naked, playing and enjoying each other.
ÒI work out every day,Ó Ray replied. ÒI have to, to stay in shape as a
lifeguard. PeopleÕs lives depend on me, you know.Ó
ÒOh, IÕm sure those little 10-year-olds were in constant danger of
drowning in their baby pool,Ó Kate laughed. Her bosoms shook as she
laughed and a bit of foam flew from her hands and landed on one of her
nipples. She bent her head down, tried to flick it off, but the foam on her
fingers just added more.
ÒA baby pool can be just as dangerous as the beach,Ó Ray replied.
ÒOh yes, especially if a shark is the lifeguard!Ó I giggled. I pinched
his bottom. He grunted. He had an excellent tolerance for pain. I ran my
hands up his back. It spread out beneath my fingers, hard and tanned. He
was one buff dude! I was glad he was cuffed, though. I wouldnÕt have
dared tease him this much if he were loose, especially about his little
girlfriends. I ran my fingers down his spine and palmed his bottom.
Exploringly, I opened his hiney. I bent down to look in his hole. I stuck my
finger inside.
ÒHey!Ó Ray roared.
ÒYour butthole must get clean too if youÕre a prisoner,Ó I said.
ÒAnyway, you might stick something up it, so I must of course inspect it,Ó
I added.
ÒThe only things going up it are what YOU put up it,Ó Ray groused. He
tried closing his ass cheeks but I fought him and managed to wedge my
finger inside him. He groped for my hair with his handcuffed hands but I
bobbed my head out of the way. With my finger I began sawing in and out
of his hole. ÒYep, we need to get this hole of yours clean as a whistle!Ó I
said. He groaned and seemed to press his loins against the pillory. Poor
man! He had my finger up his ass and my bikini hanging from his dick! Oh
well, he deserved all this punishment for being a pervert, in my opinion.
We slathered our hands all over Ray and finally ran out of water. We
took our bucket back to the faucet and filled it again. Lugging it back to
him, we splashed him down to get all the bubbles off him.
ÒIÕm cold,Ó Ray complained.
ÒYouÕre a prisoner, dear,Ó Kate said. ÒYou donÕt get hot showers in a
prison, least of all a dungeon!Ó Our bikinis got wet when we splashed him
but we didnÕt worry about it. In fact, carrying our bucket back to the
faucet once more, Kate suggested we do each other. We found barrettes
amongst the dildos lined up under the whips on the wall and pinned up our
hair.
ÒIÕll wash you first,Ó Kate told me. I thought she would simply wet
her hands and start bathing me but instead she first walked me over to a
suspension frame. ÒThe waterÕs so cold, youÕll feel better about it if you
canÕt resist,Ó she said. She lifted my wrists above my head and snapped
them into rubber cuffs. ÒBesides, Ray might want to admire you while I
bathe you,Ó she added. I glanced at him. He stood drinking in my figure. I
was proud of it, and I stuck my young boobies out at him. My nipples were
desperately hard. Kate put a spreader bar between my ankles and I didnÕt
mind a bit as she opened my legs and showed my pubis to Ray. I was
hungry, and not for food. I smiled at Kate. She grinned, then wet her hands
in the bucket and began by rubbing my breasts.
ÒOhhh, your nipples are SO hard,Ó she teased. I flinched and bit my
lip and threw my head back. It felt so good to have a pair of hands tending
to my teats. I really didnÕt care that they were a womanÕs instead of a
manÕs. I felt depraved. I thrust my hips at her and hoped sheÕd scrub
lower.
KateÕs hands smoothed bubbles across my belly. ÒYouÕve never been
pregnant?Ó she asked. I nodded my head no. She slapped my tummy.
ÒWell, neither have I, but thereÕs always a first time, isnÕt there?Ó she
grinned. She placed a finger between my legs and felt for my spot.
ÒOhhhhh!Ó I shouted.
ÒMy, youÕre hungry,Ó Kate observed. ÒSuch a little hussy! Here, little
whore, does this feel good?Ó She rubbed my cunny and I couldnÕt help but
blush and puff out my cheeks and nod that it did.
ÒWell, youÕll just have to wait your turn, because I intend to go
first!Ó Kate said reprovingly and slapped my bare bottom with her hand.
We both looked at Ray. He was watching us with haggard eyes. His cock,
despite being jammed between the boards and pinned with clothespins,
pumped itself at us. He flexed it and jabbed it and all our little bikini
things hanging down from his penis shook like washing in the wind. My
bra, which hadnÕt been pinned for some reason, fell to the floor.
ÒTch, they donÕt make clotheslines like they used to,Ó Kate observed.
ÒThank God,Ó she added with a smile. She turned back to me and quickly
finished bathing me. She ran her hands up and down my legs, and finally
over my arms and my ass and my back. She palmed my face to make me
feel fresh. Fortunately my makeup was waterproof.
ÒAlright, now you do me,Ó Kate said when sheÕd released me. I
strung her up for RayÕs amusement and then set about washing her. I
started with her bosoms. ÒYours are so nice and large,Ó I said. I cupped
them and felt their weight.
ÒYours will be just as big as mine when youÕre 20,Ó Kate smiled. She
looked at my breasts. ÒYou donÕt have to worry.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó I replied. I scrubbed her nipples with my fingers, making
her swoon, and then did her belly button and her cunt. She laughed and
tried to close her legs when I rubbed her snatch. I hadnÕt bothered to
buckle her ankles into the spreader bar. Her legs kicked a little but I
forced her to open to me and she finally let me rub her cunny as much as
she pleased. I looked over my shoulder at Ray as he watched me washing
her snatch. ÒYes Ray, sheÕs nice and wet,Ó I teased. Kate gasped with
pleasure. I wanted to keep rubbing her but I moved on to her thighs. She
seemed to regret my departure. She kept her legs apart just in case I
wanted to return. I didnÕt, though, I wanted to get our baths over and done
with. There seemed so much more we could do, I didnÕt want to miss out
on any of it!
We let our hair down when we were done with our bath and went
sashaying back over to Ray. He was absolutely desperate to cum. He
constantly strove with his hips to somehow burst the pillory. His dick
wiggled, despite our clothespins and bikinis, hoping to spurt. IÕm sure no
child molester was ever tortured better than Ray!
ÒShould we really permit him to cum? HeÕs been so bad!Ó Kate asked
me.
I put a finger to my lips. ÒI donÕt know. He should probably be made
to fuck ladies for the rest of his life to keep him from liking little girls,Ó
I suggested. I had to put a hand to my cunt, the thought was so exciting.
ÒYes, he must be made to like and admire real women, by being made
to fuck US!Ó Kate agreed. ÒIn the interests of Law and Order, of course!Ó
ÒOf course!Ó I replied. She batted my hand away from my cunny.
ÒAs Nudie Policewomen we must set the highest example,Ó she
reminded me.
ÒYes,Ó I agreed. We were playing, pretending. I tried to imagine
myself in a policewomanÕs jacket. I couldnÕt imagine wearing a skirt or
pants right now, though. Not now. Just the jacket, perhaps. Ray would
supply my nightstick.
Our only problem was that we didnÕt have another child molester. It
was just Kate and I, Enforcers of the Law of the Pussy, plus Mr. Ray. I
looked at her and she looked at me. How could we resolve who would ride
his nightstick first? We drew closer. We wanted to tease. Our breasts
butted up against each other. Our nipples were like thorns. I thrust my
bush at her and she pushed hers at me. Our tummies touched. Our fingers,
at our sides, drew close and dueled. My breath mingled with hers and hers
mingled with mine. Our noses rubbed together.
ÒYou smell nice after your bath,Ó Kate confided in me.
ÒThanks,Ó I replied.
ÒHey, donÕt leave me out!Ó Ray blustered. We giggled at him.
ÒHeÕs so hot... maybe we should warm up a little too,Ó Kate said to
me.
ÒOkay,Ó I replied. My mouth lisped the word. I was compliant. I felt
wanted, loved. She took my hand and led me over to the wall. There was a
plastic mat leaning there. She motioned to me to take it and together we
laid it out on the floor in front of Ray.
ÒHave you ever done 69?Ó Kate asked me. I shook my head no. ÒItÕs
pretty easy,Ó she said. ÒOne person lies down and the other mounts them.Ó
She lay down on the mat, taking a little pillow from the shelf first, which
she placed under her head. Her knees were bent up and she opened her
thighs, showing me her bush. I stood over her. I made to kneel.
ÒNo, silly, you donÕt want to put your face over mine!Ó Kate laughed.
She pointed at her bush. ÒPut it down there. And IÕll lick yours.Ó
ÒThatÕs...Ó I gasped.
ÒDonÕt worry, IÕm not a lesbian. Men like it,Ó Kate assured me. I
glanced over my shoulder at Ray. He sensed I was a novice and his hunger
for breaking in new girls rose up within him.
ÒDo it,Ó he commanded me.
ÒRay, youÕre hardly in a position to tell me what to do,Ó I observed,
putting a finger to my cheek.
ÒA prisonerÕs entitled to some entertainment and you got no goddamn
T.V. down here,Ó Ray said. I smiled. I really did like him, even if he was a
pervert.
ÒAlright Ray, just this once,Ó I said. ÒBut please donÕt cum while
weÕre doing it. You might shoot stuff all over us, and IÕve just had my
bath.Ó I settled onto the mat. It was weird, kneeling with my cunny right
over KateÕs mouth and my face looking down at her bush. Kate smoothed
her hands over my thighs reassuringly and drew me closer to her lips.
ÒDown girl,Ó she advised. I let her pull my hips down toward the
mat. Of course before my hips reached the mat I felt her nose bump
against my bare crotch. Her breath caressed my twat. She parted me with
her fingers. I laughed.
ÒThis is so silly!Ó I said, and instantly gasped as I felt her tongue
invade my slit.
ÒNoooo, please!Ó I begged, but I had to drop my own face down to
retaliate, I realized, or sheÕd soon have me making an orgasmic fool of
myself, all alone, in front of our pervert-friend Ray.
I licked at her snatch. It had a flavor of honey. She poked her tongue
deeper and I stabbed back. I giggled again. It was so unreal, eating out a
female with a man standing nearby, his pecker caught between boards, his
balls slung up in a sack. I think it was the unreality of it that allowed me
to fall into eating a woman. I began feeding within her dell and she
mouthed mine.
I gasped. I heard her gasp. We were two joined as one. Her mouth
was steady and moved gracefully, her tongue digging ever deeper. I tried
to be as attentive as she. Kate gripped my thighs again. Her nails dug into
my flesh but I was too busy feeling the pleasure of her tongue in me and
responding in kind to cry out. All else was lost. Ray, his penis, his pent-
up seed and his pent-up desire, his glorious balls imprisoned in the sack
IÕd tied around them.
We orgasmed. We came almost simultaneously, Kate and I, and I
heard Ray moan with yearning somewhere, but I ignored him. I tongued her
more deeply and strove with my hips upon her face. Kate sensed that I
wanted to go again and she did too. We dueled in each otherÕs slits with
our tongues. We climaxed again. We sought a third and found it.
I wanted to roll off her after my third orgasm but there was no way
to do it. I would fall on the hard stone floor. So, captive on the mat, I
remained above her and we tongued at each otherÕs slits some more. We
came again, then again, and I was beginning to feel dry, despite her moist
mouth in me.
Reluctantly I rose up on my heels. It drove my cunny down deeper
onto her. I sighed, looked back and lifted my bottom. I saw KateÕs chin
and then her nose and her eyes.
ÒMmmm, that was fun,Ó she admitted.
ÒThanks,Ó I said. She slapped my ass.
ÒGet off me, before we become lessies!Ó she laughed. With her dew
in my mouth I stood up, trembling with my latest release. She got up after
me and we hugged each other and gave each other a single kiss.
ÒYou taste like me,Ó Kate smiled.
ÒYou do too,Ó I smiled back. We separated but held hands to keep
ourselves steady. We were both still reeling from our many orgasms.
Such was not the case, however, with poor Ray. He really did look like a
punished prisoner now, his face grey and filled with want, his chest
drooping, his cock (unfortunately for him) sticking up like a post.
ÒPoor baby, itÕs time for you to shoot,Ó Kate told him. She unpinned
the clotheslines from his cock. She brushed away our bikini things and we
didnÕt even notice as they fell to the floor. God, he was SO hard! I donÕt
think IÕve ever seen such a hugely swollen cock. He jabbed it at us, a look
of desperation on his face, sure that weÕd just tease him some more and
never really give him the milking he deserved. ÒAlright,Ó Kate said to me.
ÒOne of us has got to mount him. ItÕs only fair. He wants to shoot in a
cunt and we must give even a prisoner some conjugal visits.Ó
ÒI want him!Ó I said. I snatched at his penis. I was a little girl with
no money in a store full of candy.
ÒIf you have him, then you must be the prisoner when we play down
here again,Ó Kate said to me. Her face was grave. I knew she meant it.
But I had my hands on RayÕs cock and they refused to let go!
ÒAlright,Ó I said simply. That was all the answer she required. She
took hold of my hips and positioned me in front of him so that my dell
could be easily pierced. I felt dry, but I knew he couldnÕt last long. As
soon as I had him well within me heÕd fill me with gobs of his wonderful
semen. Sooner, if I wasnÕt careful. I handled his dick as cautiously as I
could. In his eyes I could see there was no resistance left. One errant
brush of a finger and heÕd loose all he had on my belly. But I wanted him
inside me, not on me.
ÒReady?Ó Kate asked me. I nodded. She helped me ease my hips
forward and I gasped as I felt RayÕs cockhead bump my slit and then sink
within.
Ray howled. He was so happy! He urged himself forward, despite his
imprisonment. I was tight but he was very hard and very blunt. Kate
pushed on my bottom, urging me forward. I moved my hips closer to the
stocks and felt Ray pierce me even more deeply
ÒAhhhhh!Ó I cried. RayÕs voice rose to join mine. Kate shoved me
hard. I sunk down upon him and felt his manhood drive far up into my
womb.
COMIC REVIEW
by holy joe
Pissed Off Comics, No. 5, 50 cents. Minicomic. Urine yellow cover, 16
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