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ÒHe may have something up his sleeve.Ó
ÒYou mean, like... to fuck us?Ó I asked.
For those who believe...
BIKINI BRIGADE
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FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 316
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Three
ÒThis is Kelly,Ó Missy smiled coyly. She put a finger to my bosom
and pushed on my nipple as if it were a button. David put his hand to his
cock and massaged it briefly again, his eyes gazing at me appreciatively.
ÒPleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó he said graciously. I was surprised at
his gallantry.
ÒYour reputation precedes you, sir, as does your thing,Ó I replied. I
smiled. I was not entirely unlearned in the art of love. ÒI can do that for
you if you like,Ó I suggested. I crept closer to him, a little afraid, and
made to cup his big bulging penis head in my hands.
ÒYes! I can do that for you, sir!Ó Missy agreed. She jumped forward
and tried to grab his penis shaft even as I went for his head.
David stepped back. ÒI do not have permission,Ó he said. ÒIf I were
given it, IÕm sure it would be for the purpose of punishment. You must see
Jasmine if you want my cock, much as IÕd like to give it to you. I serve
her, not you.Ó
ÒWe are prisoners then,Ó I admitted, watching in dismay as he pulled
his cock back from our seeking hands.
ÒMost definitely,Ó David answered. He was much bigger than me. I
didnÕt want to anger him. ÒBoth of you go to bed. Sleep together. That
much of an order I can give. Missy, try not to wet the bed tonight.Ó I
looked at the girl beside me. She blushed fiercely and hung her head.
ÒItÕs all that drinking out of the toilet!Ó she protested.
ÒSheÕll make a good playmate for you, even if she does wet the bed,Ó
David assured me.
ÒI donÕt want a playmate...Ó I told him. My voice was firm and I tried
to make it sound as mature as possible. He reached out, took my hand, and
lifted it way up to his lips. I stood on tiptoe, breathless, my bosoms
rising with my chest, and watched as he kissed my hand.
ÒPut Missy against the counter and lick her pussy,Ó he said to me. I
gasped. I heard Missy gasp behind me. ÒDo it!Ó he roared. I turned about
on my heels, my stomach churning, and ran to Missy. She hesitated, I
moved her to the counter and made her bottom bump up against the edge. I
could feel my bottomcheeks burning still, I had no intention of getting
punished by David!
ÒOuch!Ó Missy said, as I made her press her spanked seat against the
counter. I turned my head and looked wide-eyed at David.
ÒMust I?Ó I asked. His look was so fierce I dropped to my knees at
once again put my tongue to her slit.
ÒOoooh! DonÕt! YouÕre naughty!Ó Missy declared. Even so, she opened
her thighs a little to give me easier access. I nosed my face into her dell
and licked as if my life depended on it. My bottom, did, that was for sure!
Behind me I heard David smoothing his belt across his palm, deeply
tempted. And Olaf, who I feared even more, if only because he might
strike me without permission, slapped his cat oÕ nine tails impatiently
against his thigh.
ÒGet me some lotion,Ó David ordered Sally. Feeling a little bereft, I
think, she walked to the medicine cabinet and got out some K-Y jelly. I
watched her from the corner of my eye. She had a big bottom and it was
seared very vividly with marks. But she held it out proudly, letting it
sway, even flaunting it. Her bosoms bounced seductively on her chest, big
milk-giving bosoms that only needed a baby to make them squirt.
Sally applied the K-Y to DavidÕs penis with soothing, liberal fingers,
tickling his balls, hoping to make him want to fuck her again. But as soon
as his pole was greased he brushed her aside. ÒIÕm going to shoot in her
hair,Ó he said quietly. And, as I felt his big greased pole stick itself into
my mane of tumbling blonde hair, I realized it was MY hair he was talking
about!
David fixed his eyes on Missy as he nested his big dick in my hair. I
felt mortified, humiliated! He was going to go on me, but it was Missy
that sparked his desires. She looked at him, bug-eyed, her childish cheeks
puffing as I worked her slit with my tongue. I was but an obedient doggie,
serving Missy, my mistress, who in turn was being used by David for his
own masturbatory enjoyment. Sally, left to herself, got some cream from
the medicine cabinet and ordered (yes, ordered!) Olaf to rub it on her poor
fanny.
In this way did our most unusual arrangement unfold: Olaf, standing
behind Sally, with her presenting her bottom to him, the two of them
standing, frigged SallyÕs slit with his one gloved hand while his other
gloved hand spread soothing cream on her ass. Meanwhile, Sally, standing
behind David, began slapping his ass. Quite hard, it sounded, from her
slaps. I could just imagine how her boobies looked, swinging around like
big cantaloupes as she smacked her sadistic lover. He, meanwhile, had his
penis in my hair, and was hoping to spurt into my long blonde locks while
I, kneeling, the only one down on my knees, licked Missy. She jigged and
bounced on her toes, pleading with me to stop, but loving it too, heaving
her young breasts about and letting David watch her antics as he massaged
himself.
ÒFinger yourself,Ó David told me. I didnÕt want to, but with that big
man so close behind me, still holding his belt, I wasnÕt about to question
him or refuse. I reached down into my slit and began rubbing my spot.
Soon my breath was gasping as much as MissyÕs, the two of us rising
toward orgasm. Behind me, I could hear from DavidÕs panting that he was
now on the verge of cumming himself. And Sally, with a pleased scream,
announced that Olaf had made her cum.
ÒAhhhh!Ó I heard above me as David shot his load into my hair.
ÒDavid!Ó I screamed, but my protest was mingled with a cry from my
throat as I felt an orgasm rip through my slitted loins. Missy, above me,
locked her knees as she called out an orgasm of her own. Only Olaf did not
cum. He was wearing trousers. None of us cared. I kept my mind focused
on MissyÕs little slit while feeling DavidÕs hot jism shoot into my hair and
run down my neck and trickle in rivulets down my back. I wiggled my ass
and felt his semen anoint me there, where so recently Jasmine had
whipped me raw.
I sighed into MissyÕs pussy and let my orgasm finish and subside.
She pried my head back a few minutes later, eager to be free of me. I took
my hands off my thighs and guiltily looked up at her.
ÒSorry,Ó I whispered.
ÒWell, at least youÕre not a brown nose,Ó she smirked.
ÒIÕm a honey nose,Ó I agreed.
ÒLetÕs sleep together,Ó she suggested.
ÒDonÕt wet the bed!Ó I cautioned.
ÒI wonÕt,Ó she promised.
We stood up. David and Sally were gone, back in their bedroom. I
heard Sally moaning and howling but didnÕt even want to know what they
were up to. Their door was closed. I hoped it was locked, perhaps from
our side, to keep David out. I didnÕt like him anymore. Using me as a dog--
what a brute!
Missy and I filled the tub and gave ourselves a bath. She played with
a rubber ducky she found among the towels piled by the side of the tub. I
washed my hair. She helped a little. She felt sorry for how David had used
me. Olaf, ever our chaperone, merely watched. He had a bulge in his
trousers but, unlike David, he had the courtesy not to massage it.
We retreated to my bedroom and Missy and I straightened the covers
of my bed. Then we hopped in, Missy fetching her lollipop, which Olaf had
to pull off from the surface of my vanity. We embraced, me getting my
hair a little sticky again as I tried, and failed, to avoid her big lollipop.
Then we curled up and went to sleep, the sound of her tongue licking her
lollipop the last sound that I heard.
Chapter Four
ÒWake up, you sleepyheads! You have visitors!Ó I heard somewhere
beyond the clouds of my dreams. My mother, I thought. And then I realized
that there must be two of us, me and somebody else, and for a moment I
lay there wondering, with eyes closed, why on Earth IÕd decided to actually
sleep over at my friendÕs house? I mean, I used her as an excuse. Her face
was full of zits and she wore hornrimmed glasses and her knowledge of
boys centered exclusively around an (ever growing) collection of issues of
Tiger Beat.
I felt a nipple nudge me. Her breasts were not that plump. And then,
quite suddenly, as a half-dried, half-licked sticky lollipop plopped against
my cheek, I realized that I was not at home at all, or even in L.A., but in
Caracas!
A sweet tropical air wafted in through the door as it stood open
beyond the figure of Jasmine. She wore a simple t-shirt, much-scissored,
and cutoffs. She appeared to be absolutely blooming, as if sheÕd spent the
night being nourished on menÕs sperm. And, rubbing my eyes, I realized
sheÕd been doing just that, and with my Brent no less! I gazed at her firm,
tanned legs, breathtakingly long, mounted on jelly heels to loft her bottom
even higher than nature itself already had. Her bosoms thrust themselves
at me as if they were twin zeppelins launching into the warm summer air.
She tossed her head. She put her hands on her hips to let us know that,
much as we might hate her, she was very much in charge. Within the
curling fingers of one hand she held a no-nonsense riding crop. She
slapped it lightly against her thigh. I felt like I was a girl at boarding
school and realized, to my heartbeating surprise, that I may as well be,
given how little freedom I had. Except this school omitted the three RÕs in
favor of the three SÕs: sucking, spanking, and submitting.
Three rowdy young males in their twenties sauntered into our
bedchamber behind Jasmine. I recognized none of them. Two had crewcuts
and the third sported hair to his shoulders. They looked like American
Football players. But they behaved like farmers at a cattle auction.
Jasmine yanked down the bedcover and exposed myself and Missy.
ÒSee? They are lovely creatures, donÕt you think?Ó Jasmine asked
her guests.
ÒMite young, eh?Ó one male said to his buddy.
ÒTits are nice, long legs, roll over, girls!Ó his friend replied. Missy
and I stared wide-eyed at them. We found each other on the sheet and
hugged each other for safety.
Jasmine struck our denuded sheet with her crop. ÒDo as youÕre told,
girls!Ó she shouted. Missy and I flopped over on our bellies and showed
them our bottoms.
ÒWho marked them?Ó the intellectual one, in the middle, whoÕd
analyzed our breasts and limbs for us, asked. He was the one with long
hair.
ÒI did, last night,Ó Jasmine replied. ÒThey are being trained.Ó
ÒYou provide this... this service... it is included?Ó the intellectual
asked.
ÒIf you wish. It is customary,Ó Jasmine replied. ÒYour girlfriend
would be put in this room, or one of the other two. They share a communal
bath in the center.Ó
Olaf strode in from the bathroom and Jasmine introduced him. ÒThis
is Olaf, and you might be able to meet David, if heÕs not busy with Sally.
She requires extra attention. Olaf is gay, so you neednÕt worry about him
guarding your girlfriend. David is sterner but not gay. I usually put the
little ones, like these two, with Olaf.Ó Missy and I looked at each other
and then hid our faces back in our pillows. I was all too aware of my hiney
sticking up behind me. There was nothing to save me if Jasmine chose to
strike. I gripped the corners of my pillow with my fingers. I wanted
desperately to reach back and cup my bottom in my palms, but weÕd been
flipped over to show our tushies, not hide them. I was learning. Later I
wondered if I might have gotten away with lifting up my heels, hiding
myself a little with my legs, but at the time I didnÕt think of it.
ÒI will have my girlfriend brought, then,Ó the intellectual told
Jasmine. ÒThese two, they look ripe for fucking. You wouldnÕt mind if I
hop on the bed and do them, would you?Ó I froze as I heard his zipper
unzip.
YOUNG NÕ HARD
by ÔMissÕ Carolyn Ballard
If someday I had a dream...
And me the hot, sexy woman,
Waking up with a 7 inch
Dick stiff and long...
Then my real fantasy:
Go into a clean
Restroom. Let another
Man hold my dick
Until I took a piss.
Then afterwards
Wash his dick, then
I would give him
A fucking royal
Blow job then
Let him suck my
Round balls... Let him lick
My white dripping
Sperm and then let
My companion man
Deep throat my
Thick dick. Then later
In the night fuck
My royal cute ass hoe!
p.s. A dick a day
keeps the Right-wing
at bay!
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
hard@on.com writes: ÒI have been reading your story, Bikini
Brigade. IÕm wondering, do you have any photos of these girls?Ó
holy joe replies: No, thanks to censorship imposed by the
government on American photographers, there are no photos available
of Bambi and Katie. However, take a look at the December 1997 issue
of PlayboyÕs Nudes. ItÕs available for $6.95 at your local newstand. (Or
try surfing to http://www.playboy.com
YouÕll think youÕre gazing at Bambi in the nude, by the Sea of
Cream, when you look at pages 58-59 of PlayboyÕs Nudes. (Tiffany
Taylor)
And on pages 20-21, who could that be but Katie? (Courtney
Reed)
bud@hole.com writes: ÒWhat about the eclair erections? Any
pictures of them?Ó
holy joe replies: A good starting point might be the photo of the
Galapagos sea lion next to the month of December in the 1997 World
Wildlife Fund Calendar. (I picture the eclairs as standing horizontally,
however, with the head and tip of the ÔtailÕ touching the grass, not lying
down on their bellies as this sea lion is doing.) (1-800-CALL-WWF)
charles@dodgson.com writes: ÒWhat about Pauline Praline? Any
photos of her? SheÕs my favorite!Ó
holy joe replies: Alas, there are no photos of her. Perhaps if you
visit the baby pool at your local swimming pool you can see some girls
like her.
AND IN THE END...
ÒIf he is a mediocre writer he will live forever.Ó
- Ernest Hemingway
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