Two hours of homework a night...
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 89
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Erotic Estate
Chapter Two
"Care to do the honors?" Debbie smiled at Lisa, who still sat upon
the bed.
"The what?" Lisa asked. This was all too much for her. First nudity,
now bondage, and male bondage at that. How could Debbie, herself a
relative newcomer to this palatial mansion, so easily put its owner into
such a subservient position? Was the man this easy to marry as well? (If
indeed he wasn't already.)
"Drop Mick's pants for me," Debbie said to Lisa.
"Oh! O.K.," Lisa said, rising from the bed. She had been dying to get a
better look at the man's assets. Lisa padded over to Mick and reached for
his belt. She unbuckled and unsnapped him and then with some reverence
lowered his trousers and underpants. His buttocks were firm and white.
Beneath his testicles were taut. Impulsively Lisa kissed Mick's bottom
once, then blushed.
"I think she likes you," Jeff muttered to Mick.
"Indeed," Mick replied.
"Step aside, step aside. You can save kissing him 'till later, when
he'll NEED it," Debbie called out to Lisa. The blonde stepped away from her
newfound paramour.
Debbie's birch immediately sliced through the air and made contact
with Mick's behind. The man gave a start but said nothing.
"Why are you doing this?" Lisa asked, distressed.
"Because it's fun!" Debbie cried, and gave Mick two more cuts. The
places where the rod had stuck appeared red against Mick's pale skin.
"Yeouch!" Jeff cried as the whip in turn struck him. He was not
discreet enough to avoid crying out. Debbie seemed to whack Jeff with
greater fervor than she had used on Mick, owing perhaps to little disputes
they had experienced living together.
After several hearty whacks ("to wake them up," as Debbie put it)
the brunette settled down to a softer regimen.
"Would you like to try it?" Debbie asked Lisa after awhile.
"No, I couldn't, I really couldn't," Lisa said.
"My kind of girl," Mick breathed to Jeff. Jeff grunted his agreement.
Each man was beaten until his entire bottom was glowing, though
nowhere did Debbie bruise them or draw blood. Then Debbie asked Lisa to
undo the men. The blonde got down on her knees and, given a key by Debbie,
used it to unlock the men's wristcuffs. Both males sprang up and began
rubbing their buttocks.
"Ahh, I hope I never have to do that again," Mick said.
"You will, I'm sure," Debbie smiled sweetly. She laid the birch rod
down and walked over to the bed and kneed her way to the center of it.
Lisa, not knowing what else to do, crawled onto the bed behind Debbie.
"Can you sit like an Indian?" Debbie asked Lisa.
"Of course," Lisa replied, and crossed her legs.
"Not like that, like this," Debbie said, and bent her knees until the
soles of her feet touched together and her heels touched her crotch on
either side of her labia.
"Oh, like that," Lisa said, copying her friend.
"Do it down here, at the end of the bed," Mick indicated. Lisa nudged
herself down to the end of the bed and reassumed her former position,
sitting like an Indian but with her bent legs not crossed over one another.
Lisa's feet were now right next to the railing at the base of the bed.
Debbie seized Lisa's upper arms from behind and Mick and Jeff each
seized one of her knees, holding her legs in place. Lisa gasped in surprise
at the suddenness of their action but otherwise lacked sufficient time in
which to decide whether or not to move. These were, after all, her
friends, and only the certainty of ill conduct would have made one attempt
to spring away at once.
Mick snapped a pair of felt lined handcuffs to Lisa's ankles. Then he
produced a second pair, which he snapped to one of her ankles, looped
around the outside of one of the bed's railings, and then snapped to Lisa's
other ankle. Now the blonde's feet could move no more than a few inches
in any direction. They were firmly anchored to the foot of the bed.
"I'm sorry, dear, but we had to move quickly in case you might freak
out," Debbie said softly in Lisa's ear.
"What are you going to do to me?" Lisa asked. Her eyes met Jeff's
and then traveled to Mick's.
"We'll never know unless you let me handcuff your wrists," Mick
said, producing yet another pair of felt lined cuffs. "May I?" Debbie
clasped Lisa's elbows as she sat behind the blonde and pushed them
forward toward Mick.
"I don't want to be beaten," Lisa said as Mick snapped the cuffs to
her wrists.
"We won't hurt you," Mick said. He lifted Lisa's supple arms by the
chain between her handcuffs until her arms were extended straight over
her head. Lisa felt very vulnerable as the chain between her wrists had
one end of yet another pair of handcuffs snapped shut over it. The free end
of this last pair of handcuffs was clipped to the chandelier over Lisa's
head.
Debbie brushed Lisa's hair back away from her face and looped a
velvet cloth over her lips. The brunette pulled the gag tight and bound it
behind Lisa's head. Lisa gurgled unintelligible words.
"It'll be alright, dear," Debbie whispered to Lisa. "Look how hard the
men's pricks are, just from looking at you."
Debbie kneaded Lisa's breasts and kissed her cheek. Mick picked up
the birch rod as Debbie cupped the undersides of Lisa's breasts and offered
them up to him.
Lisa gazed up at Mick, her blue eyes filled with fright. Mick smiled
slyly.
"You have the perfect breasts for birching," Mick said to Lisa. He
brushed the rod over her nipples. The perky points of flesh quivered. Lisa
shuddered. Mick stepped back and measured his distance.
Mick brought the rod down upon the top halves of Lisa's fulsome
breasts. Lisa screamed beneath her gag. She squeezed her eyes shut tight
and wrenched upward, her back straightening to its full extent. Her
breasts looked all the more delectable as she stiffened. Mick struck again.
Two hot, stinging lines of pain could be traced across the white flesh of
Lisa's breasts. For once Lisa wished she had been born flat chested.
Lisa endured several more stinging cuts of the rod, tears forming in
the corners of her eyes. As with the men's buttocks, the birch left red
marks but nothing more. In Lisa's case the marks were more pink than red.
This was her first time and Mick, hoping it would not be the last, went
easy on her.
"I want you too," Mick said to Debbie.
"I knew you would," Debbie replied. She crawled around and sat next
to Lisa, crossing her legs the same as Lisa's were. In this particular
arrangement of the legs each girl's labia was marvelously well displayed.
Debbie put her hands behind her back, down next to her bottom. Jeff
cuffed her wrists and bade her sit up straight. Then he gagged her as well.
No sooner had Debbie been properly arranged than Mick treated the
upper halves of her bounteous breasts to a cut of the birch. Debbie winced
but did not scream. Blow followed upon blow, until light red lines
crisscrossed her lovely mounds of flesh.
Having scoured the upper halves of the girl's breasts, Mick announced
that he would turn to the girl's backs before beginning work on the lower
halves.
"Of course, it is the nipples that I am really looking forward to,"
Mick said. Lisa trembled, truly afraid. Waiting in the car now seemed a
trivial thing to endure compared to this. She glanced over at Debbie,
looking for reassurance from her best friend. Jeff turned Debbie's head
toward the side of the bed where he stood, away from Lisa's seeking eyes.
He undid Debbie's gag and made her accept his penis in her mouth.
"Don't hit too hard, or she's liable to bite off my dick," Jeff warned
Mick. Mick laughed.
Each girl's back received a number of blows from the birch. Then
Mick came back around front and began work on the undersides of their
breasts. If the girls had sat up straight before as a result of the birch,
the blows on the bottom of their breasts now practically lifted them up
off the bed. Mick's rod came perilously close to striking Jeff's loins as he
worked over Debbie. But Mick was getting too much pleasure from the girl
to disengage himself from her mouth. He groaned as her response to each
strike from the rod caused her to suck harder.
Suddenly Mick cast aside the birch rod and bent forward and grabbed
Lisa's breasts. The blonde, tears streaming silently from her eyes, gazed
at Mick as his face passed hers and descended to her breasts. He squeezed
them hard and took her right breast in his mouth, sucking in as much of the
wounded flesh as possible. Mick began to suck vigorously. Lisa, her
breasts having been exposed only to pain, now felt pleasure welling up
from her mammaries. Confused and shaking, she threw her head back and
moaned. Her breasts began to feel warm and glowing as a result of the
birching. At the same time they were held securely by a man she admired,
a man who now sucked like a baby upon her teats. Lisa didn't know
whether to feel secure or vulnerable, loved or despised. Her whole body
quavered as she settled on feeling all her emotions simultaneously. One
thing was certain: she was in the hands of a man she admired and under
his complete control.
Jeff began massaging Debbie's hurting breasts, imparting pleasure to
the bosoms as he rubbed his calloused palm against them. At the same
time he thrust his hips back and forth, sluicing in and out of his lover's
mouth. Debbie's eyelids were prettily closed, the long lashes fluttering
now and then when she made her cheeks especially hollow in servicing
Jeff's rod.
Mick moved to Lisa's other breast, his hand replacing his mouth over
her right nipple. He sucked passionately upon her left breast now, feeding
upon it as if it contained lifegiving milk for his body. Lisa writhed with
ecstasy, never before had the sucking of her breasts produced such
pleasure. She hated to admit to herself that the birch rod had been
instrumental in this. Lisa pushed her hips forward, hoping to make a
similar offering of her pussy. But it was Mick who would decide whether
or not she would feel pleasure there. He continued his work on her
breasts, using both hands and his mouth.
Jeff withdrew his steaming prick from Debbie's mouth.
"Aaahh, not until you come," Debbie admonished, attempting to
recapture his rod with her open mouth. She extended her tongue and Jeff,
despite his desire to kneel and take her breasts, couldn't help himself. He
allowed his penis to return to her tongue where Debbie, stretching
forward as far as possible, laved the underside of his penis right at the
head. This scene was so obscene, Debbie's tongue extended as far as
possible to lick his withdrawn penis just below the crown, that Jeff felt
himself suddenly coming.
With a howl of pleasure Jeff ejaculated right into Debbie's face, his
cum spurting over her nose, cheeks, and eyes, globules flying even into her
hair. Debbie laughed, trying to catch it all in her mouth, still leaning as
far forward as possible in a vain attempt to recapture his rod. Finally
Jeff seized Debbie's head and thrust himself into her mouth for the final
spurts. He grimaced with pleasure as he unloaded the last of his sperm.
Mick and Lisa were not unaware of the ecstasy beside them. Mick
leapt up and tugged at Lisa's gag, undoing it. The girl, her tears drying
now, allowed Mick to force apart her lips and thrust himself inside her.
Mick gave a groan of pleasure as soon as his penis hit the inside of Lisa's
wet mouth. Lisa choked. Mick looked down solicitously at her and brushed
back her hair. He attempted to regulate his entry and not give her too
much at once.
Mick, meanwhile, was spent but hardly out of the picture. He knelt
down at the end of the bed and reached up and began lightly brushing each
girl's exposed clitoris. Both girls simultaneously thrust their hips
forward, each seeking a deeper penetration of his fingers. As Mick worked
inside Lisa's mouth Jeff, a hand on each girl's pussy, gently savored the
feel of their clitorises against his fingers. Later he hoped to provide their
little cunts with something more substantial.
Eventually Mick gave Lisa the same treat as Debbie, spraying her
face with his hot cum. The girl squealed with delight, catching as much as
she could, a far cry from her mood just a little while ago.
The contents of both men's testicles having been freed, they set
about freeing the girls. Debbie noticed that Jeff's cock was already
growing hard again as he unlocked the handcuffs at her back. Lisa gazed
lovingly at Mick's soft member as he undid the handcuffs above her.
When both girls had been unbound they turned and smiled at each
other. Then, spontaneously, they kissed. Then they began licking the
semen from each other's faces. Mick and Jeff retreated to a pair of chairs
and watched as the girls cooed like lovebirds on the make.
"How did you like it?" Debbie asked Lisa finally.
"I'm glad I was sitting on my bottom," Lisa said.
"Don't your breasts feel nice and warm now, though?" Debbie asked
Lisa.
"Yes," the blonde answered. She looked down at her breasts and
cupped them. The pink lines were beginning to fade.
"You have such a pretty bottom," Debbie said, looking behind Lisa and
putting her hand to the upper halves of the blonde's bottomcheeks. "I think
it SHOULD be birched, but after we have our refreshments."
"Yes, refreshments," Mick said. He rose and went to an intercom
placed in the wall. He pressed a button and spoke into it. "Millicent?"
"Yes, sir?" a voice called back. The clatter of kitchen dishes was in
the background.
"Bring up some sherry and biscuits, would you, Millicent?" Mick said.
"Right away, sir," Millicent answered.
"Do you really mean to birch my bottom?" Lisa asked Debbie.
"We'll both be birched, just like the men," Debbie said. "But in a
different part of the house, over trestles, with pillows for our tummies.
Now not another word about it, darling, or I'll ask Jeff to give you twice
as many as he otherwise would."
"Jeff?" Lisa asked.
Millicent appeared with the biscuits and made to serve the girls
first. Debbie picked up a biscuit and fed it to Lisa.
"Of course Jeff," Debbie said. "He must have his turn too, you know."
Lisa attempted to speak with her mouth full of biscuit. Debbie
brushed a crumb from a corner of her mouth as she chewed. Then Debbie
took a biscuit for herself, as well as a glass of wine.
"Mmm, that's delicious," Debbie said upon sipping the wine.
"Only the very best for you, my dear," Mick said. He took a biscuit
from Millicent's tray and popped it in his mouth.
A polite conversation ensued, in which Millicent insisted on sitting
on Mick's lap and feeding cakes to him and Jeff. Mick caressed her soft
breasts and eventually slipped his hand beneath her apron. Millicent
wriggled her bottom over his growing erection, making it inflate all the
faster.
VHS REVIEWS
by holy joe
PlayboyÕs Wet and Wild 8, ÒBottoms Up,Ó $19.95 VHS, 52 minutes,
Catalogue number: PBV 0816.
Review: ÒPlease, dominate me! Subject me to your will. I know you
canÕt control your lust!Ó
(Ooops!) Sorry, I was just watching PlayboyÕs new ÒBottoms UpÓ
video and adding a little narration to it. Finally Playboy has made an
attempt to put out a good video. It actually features naked girls running
around and doing silly, girlish things to each other. They throw sponges at
each other, they throw water balloons at each other, and they shoot bubble
guns and water pistols at each other. One girl even tries to bite a water
balloon and gives herself a Òcum shotÓ made of water.
Interspersed between the Ôgirls playing with girlsÕ video segments
are ÔartÕ segments. I used to hate these, but it is sort of interesting to
watch a female breast as milk pours over it. I guess every segment canÕt
be girls playing.
There are still way too many men in this video. Every time I see a
hunky guy I feel inadequate. I donÕt buy a Playboy video to feel inadequate,
so Get Rid of the Guys! (Trust me, girls donÕt go to the mall to buy Playboy
videos. But perverts like me DO!)
My hat is off to Playboy (not to mention my pants) for this video.
Lately I tried watching a porno movie, and I spent half the video looking up
some black manÕs asshole! I saw balls, dicks, dicks in cunts, and hairy
menÕs asses. What I did NOT see was beautiful girls. There were some
sluts in the movie, too old to be hookers anymore, who decided to retire to
the porno industry to support themselves in their old age. But there were
no girls.
Fortunately, for those of us who have some taste, there is Playboy.
And fortunately Playboy is beginning to understand what makes a good
video. Hopefully someday Hugh Hefner will get divorced, invite a bunch of
Playmates over to his mansion, and have a party in front of some video
cameras. Then weÕll have a truly great video from Playboy!
AND IN THE END...
AMERICAN ABSTINENCE
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(Oracle Joe)
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