Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 41
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter One
Silently Mike left the group and walked to the bar. He returned with
a large punchbowl and set it down on the bearskin. He walked around
behind Alison and stood between her and Jane. Jane, taking her cue,
walked around the bowl so that she faced Alison, while Jake positioned
himself so that he faced Mike. All four of them now surrounded the bowl.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Alison said, looking down at the
waiting bowl. She brushed her hair back from her eyes.
"Let us kneel," Jane said with mock seriousness and, taking one of
Alison's hands, she urged the girl down onto her knees while she knelt
herself.
Each girl straddled her own half of the bowl, thrusting her hips
forward so that her pussy was well over the receptacle. Naturally this
brought the two girls' torsos into bodily contact with one another, and
they clasped hands and rubbed noses. The two girls, in a sudden fit of
eroticism, wiggled their breasts so that the nipples of each girl tickled
the nipples of the other. A charge of sexual electricity passed between
the pointed buds. The girls gasped. They leaned further into the bowl in
order to make their intended offering and their bosoms squashed together.
The girls knelt with their thighs perpendicular to the floor and their
upper bodies pressed together. The men stood over them, taking in the
tremendous sight. Each man eyed the pert bottom of the other's "wife,"
and felt his own need to relieve himself between those plump
hemispheres. But such was not to be the case, at least not yet.
Jane sensed the men's desires and an addition to their plans struck
her. Without leaving the bowl she reached back and just caught her purse
with her hand. She asked the men to kneel as Mike wondered what his
honey was up to.
The men got down on their knees and placed their penises over the
edge of the bowl, between the girls. Meanwhile, Jane produced a small jar
and unscrewed the lid. Inside it was full of fresh cream.
Alison needed no words to understand what Jane offered. She
tentatively dipped her fingertips into the cream, looked up at her husband
to be, and then, gaining reassurance, delved into the textured white goo.
Jane placed the open jar down into the empty bowl. Her creamed
fingers touched Jake's bristling cock. The man trembled as she lacquered
his appendage, Alison doing likewise to Mike.
After a loving interval of soft sighs and trembling utterances, both
men's members were covered with the tingling goo.
"Just a little bit," Jane warned the men.
"I have to go," Alison said, her hips twitched.
"We all do, dear," Jane said. "Just hold it in a little longer."
Each man crawled behind the bottom of his fellow's bride-to-be.
Gently they prised apart the bottom of the other's intended. Alison felt
Mike's breath on her frail shoulder as his fingers pulled apart the cheeks
of her bottom. Then he cupped her buns from beneath and urged her to
thrust out her derriere. Alison bent into Jane and Jane into Alison. Each
girl thrust out her bum as her breath caressed the cheek of the other. Each
man's breath exuded over the shoulders of his respective girl.
Mike pressed the head of his cock to Alison's waiting anus. Since his
penis was coated with cream he foregoed sliding his cock head up and
down the furrow of her bottom. He did not wish to make her any more
messy than he had to.
Alison felt the cool cream and the throbbing heat of Mike's tool
beneath it. She shuddered.
"God, this girl is tight!" Mike thought to himself. He wondered if she
had ever been taken this way before. He pressed the helmet of his penis
into her anal sphincter. The ring of muscle gave way only reluctantly.
"Push out more," Mike called out to Alison, hoping she could help him
enter her. Alison obliged, but the path was hardly less difficult.
Jake, meanwhile, was having a slightly easier time of it, but the
significant girth of his member practically took away any advantage
Jane's greater sense of relaxation afforded him. Jake realized that Alison,
being relatively tense, would probably not be able to entertain a man fully
in her behind until she had been thoroughly exhausted.
"Go easy on her," Jake called out to Mike. "I think she'll need to be
broken with a whip before you can really get into her." This remark had
the immediate effect of causing Alison to involuntarily clench her bottom,
making it even tighter. Her eyes opened wide with surprise.
"Thanks a lot pal, you did that on purpose, right?" Mike said to Jake.
Then to his own girl, Jane: "Honey, tighten up so that fucker can't get any
farther up you than I can in his babe." Jane simply sighed, her eyes closed,
a smile on her face. Clearly she was enjoying the entry, her boyfriend be
damned.
"You're sooo huge," Jane breathed wispily. Her tongue flicked out and
whetted Alison's pink cheek.
"You're sooo tight," Jake said to Jane.
"I wish I was as tight as your fiancee," Jane said. Her palms rubbed
Alison's tanned shoulders.
"She'll wish she was as tight as you after our honeymoon," Jake said.
This statement did not ease Mike's passage in the least.
"IÑI can't hold it," Alison breathed. Whether she really was
desperate to go or simply wished to change the venue was unclear. But
Jane took the blonde at her word.
"That's enough. You might come, and we wouldn't want that," Jane
said to the men. She pulled her bottom forward. Reluctantly, though less
so on Mike's part, who had made little progress, the men withdrew. Each
crawled around to one side of the girls and thrust his penis between their
tummies, where just above their pubic mounds there was a small gap
between the close pressed females.
"On the count of three," Jane announced happily. She took Jake's
penis between her fingers just behind the helmet and bent it down so that
his urine would go into the bowl Alison took Mike's rod and did likewise.
"One, two, three, pee!" Jane proclaimed. From each of the four a
sudden stream burst forth. A pool formed in the pit of the bowl and
gradually its wide base began to fill.
"One of us has to bathe in this when we're done," Jane announced
cheerily. A look of revulsion came over Alison's face. She was always the
one to fall victim to such schemes, and a "golden bath" did not appeal to
her. Jane grinned, indicating she had only made a joke.
Each person's stream finally ended. The girls remained kneeling,
wiggling their hips slightly to shake off the last drips. Alison and Jane
each still held her respective paramour's penis, and wiggled it to empty
out the last drops.
Finally the four of them rose. Again a moment of admiration for one
another came over them. The men stood there with their penises erect,
the girls softly brushing their hands over the substantial prongs of
muscle. Each man let a hand lightly caress the near cheek of each girl's
bottom, Jake with a hand on Jane and Alison and Mike with a hand on
Alison and Jane. Jane urged the penises of each man to touch the other.
Jake and Mike obeyed, and even allowed their shafts to graze one another,
exchanging the cream which coated the surface.
Suddenly both men began "sword fighting" with their dicks. The girls
let loose with screams of laughter as the men whacked away at one
another, using only their pricks.
"Settle down, settle down, men!" Jane admonished after letting a
few moments pass to enjoy the spectacle. She urged the shafts of the
men's penises together once more.
"What if you two were stranded on a deserted island and had only
each other to get off on?" Jane asked. "I'll bet you'd soon be doing
something just like this." She made the men's shafts rub together. "Come
on, I want to see you two arouse each other by rubbing your dicks
together!" The men's reluctance was tempered by the fact that they were
both in a high pitch of excitement. Hesitantly they let the shafts of their
dicks graze each other, and graze again. Then Jane took an action which
ensured the men would obey.
Jane lifted up her gooey hands and clasped Alison's breasts. She
began massaging the cream into Alison's upturned bosoms. Alison
responded, placing her own hands upon Jane's breasts.
"C'mon, do it," Jane said meanwhile, looking down at the men's pricks
and encouraging them to rub themselves together. With the sight of both
girls laving the other's breasts with cream the men were inspired to begin
really going at it with each other. Keeping their hands on the bottoms of
each girl, they thrust their hips forward and began rubbing their bristling
members furiously together. Each feared he would come on the other.
Chapter Two
About this time it occurred to Mike that while his hands were bereft
of cream Alison's bottomhole was not entirely lacking in the substance.
Some had rubbed off from the helmet of his penis onto her anal entryway.
He reached around and gently pushed the tip of his finger up against the
creamed hole. He gave a thrust and found the tip of his finger inside.
Jake saw Alison squirm and deduced what was happening. He ran his
own fingertip around Jane's bottom cheek and deftly inserted it. Jane
shivered and thrust her bottom back, but otherwise kept on massaging
Alison's breasts. Jane closed her eyes.
Alison's eyes were quite open, and she looked at Mike.
"Perhaps this will fit," Mike said, indicating his finger, and forced it
deeper. Alison made a face resembling a forlorn pout but otherwise kept
at her task of rubbing her creamy hands over Jane's bosoms. Clearly this
adventure was about to progress to a new stage of denoument.
The men kept dutiflly rubbing their cocks together but it was clear
their interests lay elsewhere. Each blindly inquired deeper into his
respective girl's bottom, producing gasps from the girls (especially
Alison) while their own penile activity produced groans from the other. A
sort of competition had grown up between the men, each seeing if he could
rub the other off with his penis. Their dicks strove valiantly, each hoping
to embarrass the other by making him come but fearing the consequences,
namely a penis and pubic thatch full of the other man's semen.
The little group was so busy with their ministrations that they did
not notice the new figures whom the fireplace now cast its light toward.
From around the corner an older man had appeared, with a girl no more
than eighteen (and perhaps less) standing by his side in shocked silence.
Mike had just forced his finger up Alison's bottom to the first diget
when he realized there was a man standing behind him. He glanced over
his shoulders and met the man's stare. His mouth fell open. Beyond him
Jake rubbed on, his penis in close contact with his own, while his eyes
were closed in an attempt not to come. Alison, who also might have seen,
was too full of thoughts of the finger which was gradually being made to
fill her bottom. Jane had her back turned to the pair, and was in any event
thoroughly enjoying Alison's breasts and Jake's finger while her eyelids
remained drawn.
Jake first realized that something was amiss when he thrust his
penis forward into empty space. He opened his eyes to relocate Mike's rod
and saw the man.
"Please, feel free to continue," the man said. "You are quite a sight."
At this both Alison and Jane looked up in shock and found the man standing
before them. They were both too embarassed to do anything but blush
deeply. The young girl smiled at them.
"This is my apartment...at least for a few more days," the man said
easily.
"I thought you turned in the key...sir," Mike said awkwardly.
"You did, eh?" The man asked. "Indeed. But before I did I made a
duplicate. There are some unscrupulous key makers in town, you know."
The man was dressed in a tux and white tails and was obviously well
built, though no longer in his youth like Mike and Jake. The girl
accompanying him was in her youth, and her demure gown could not
conceal her ample curves beneath.
"Have you had a taste yet of my whips?" the man asked, as if
inquiring about the time.
"Uh, no sir," Mike answered.
"I think you would agree that it was most immodurate of you to let
yourselves in here and pleasure yourselves upon my expensive bearskin,
but perhaps amends can be made," the man said. He walked over to his
wall and reached for a whip. At this both Mike and Jake made to separate
from each other and the girls, but Jane reached down and seized one man's
penis in each of her hands.
"We've come for unusual pleasure, and this man seems to be an
expert in the subject," Jane said. "I suggest we all allow him to chastise
us for our impropriety and then perhaps he may even allow you two to
explore the obvious pleasures of his little friend." Mike and Jake looked at
the stunning young girl in the gown, then at the man. He had taken a whip
from the wall and now strode up to Jane. She tensed with uncertainty as
he reached out and caught a strand of her hair with his finger, swirled it
in his hand.
"You are clearly a woman of exemplary intuition," the man said to
Jane. He allowed his hand which held the whip to press against her
bottom. The implement impressed itself upon her cheeks. Jane knew that
she would feel more than that from the thing before the night was over.
"As I see it we have four fine arses here, not counting that of my
honeypot whose bum is still clothed," the man said. Mike and Jake
absently let their penises touch once more. "How advanced are you four in
the art of torture?" the man asked.
"We're new, sir," Mike said.
"I can't believe this is happening," Alison breathed. Her hands now
lay still upon Jane's breasts.
"Rub, darling," Jane encouraged Alison. "The night is just beginning
and we will all see much more." The man turned to his young girlfriend.
"Undress yourself!" the man said to the girl in almost a bark. "Our
guests will feel less ill at ease if at least one of us is 'dressed' like
them." The girl silently obeyed. She reached around to the low cut back of
the gown unzipped it down over the hump of her bottom. The gown was
strapless and she had but to wriggle her breasts and the material slipped
free. Mike and Jake took in the sight of the gorgeous girl, whose beauty
threatened to exceed even that of their own lovely brides-to-be.
"This is Lori. Can you believe she is only sixteen?" the man asked of
Mike and Jake. Mike noticed that while the girl's breasts were fully
developed her hips seemed still a bit narrow. Another year would no doubt
fill them out completely. The girl slipped the gown from her hips and it
pooled around her ankles. Then she daintily stepped out and did a
piourette. As the girl spun about on her high heels Mike noticed that while
her hips were still somewhat narrow their lack of girth did not detract in
the least from the beauty of her bottom. The twin hemispheres there
jutted forth with all the impertinence that God could grace a high school
Sophomore with. No doubt this was what attracted the man to such a
youthful love, the opportunity to exercise his lash on a pair of enthralling
cheeks and nurture them to the perfection they would soon enjoy. The
girl's quick spin caused the costly jewels which adorned her to sparkle in
the firelight. Unlike Alison and Jane, who had only been dressed casully
for the evening's entertainment, this girl was bedecked in gems, no doubt
thanks to the wallet of the older man. Perhaps it was his love for
adorning her which had bankrupted him. Mike couldn't help but notice the
jeweled choker which was locked about her neck.
The girl unabashedly walked up to Jane and thrust her perky breasts
between her and Mike.
"Hi, I'm still pretty new to S&M, but Roger here promised he'd teach
me all he knew," Lori said.
"I'm eager to learn from him too," Jane replied decorously.
"Then let us begin," Roger said. "May I unzip myself?"
"Please do," Jane said. Then she turned to Alison and returned her
hands to the girl's breasts. "The guy looks O.K. Let's enjoy this," Jane
said. Alison began rubbing Jane's breasts again, shocked at herself for not
grabbing her clothes and running away. Lori, sensing Alison's unease,
walked around the group and came up behind her and gently placed her
hands on the blonde's bottom.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you too much, especially if you're a
novice," Lori said easily. "Are you a novice?" Alison nodded mutely.
CRAAAK! All five of them jumped, but Roger was just practicing his
stroke by hitting the floor.
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Do you understand now?Ó
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