Message-ID: <624eli$9704241423@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ROLLER666@aol.com Subject: FUCK DECENCY 251 Cunt Castle (nnd) Frustration Mounts at SPAM H.Q. -------------------------------------------------- Subj: sick o Date: Wed, Apr 23, 1997 4:08 PM EDT From: f242@flash.net (Jason) You sick fuck, tell me how to get child porn, or show me. -------------------------------------------------- holy joe replies: Sorry, but I only write stories. I guess your little Bible BBS must be getting boring, huh? Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Issue No. 251 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Cunt Castle Chapter Two "Please leave the door unlocked, Maria," Bev told her. "You may stay yourself if you like." Maria nodded politely, in her rustic way, that she would not. Rose was downstairs and no doubt would need her. "Then put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door but, if you please, drape a condom over it," Bev instructed. She took me by the hand to the bed and reached over to the tray and lifted a condom from it, handing it to Maria. "People will understand what it means, I hope. It means they can enter and watch, or perhaps play, with our permission." Maria nodded, turned and left. She switched the Do Not Disturb sign from the inside handle to the outside handle of our door as she departed. Then Bev clapped her hand to my naked bottom and urged me up onto the bed. "Don't knock over Jack's tray, you'll scald his balls," Bev told me with a merry note in her voice as I scrambled across the bed on my hands and knees. She got up after me, and I found myself facing her across Jack's legs with his dong sticking up underneath us. Beyond, the tray waited. Bev took my face in her hands and kissed me freely upon my mouth. Relenting, I let her probe inside with her tongue and, although I fought her a little at first, I soon found myself responding my sticking my own tongue in her mouth when I could. Jack watched all, his huge organ trembling with delight. I knew he must have wished he could stroke himself but I sensed he was too excited already to do that. "Let's play with his penis," Bev urged me when she finally let me get some air from her kiss. I caught my breath, feeling my boobies wobble within my corset, and then picked up the honey bottle from the tray as Bev took hold of the chocolate syrup. Bev looked at me and we both felt the need to kiss again. As we kissed a second time, briefly letting our gooey treats fall from our hands, she clasped each of my breasts. When she had given each a good squeeze she undid the ties. My bosoms sprang from within their cups, offering themselves to her and Jake even as they remained surrounded at their base by the lacy holes in my corselette. Bev cupped each of my breasts and squeezed them hard, almost making me yelp. Then she bent and put her lips to them and, suckling them, bit them too, just a little, to remind me she was in charge, I guess. I begged her to stop. I was scared. But she did no more than put little teeth marks in the stems of my nipples which I could only guess were there. I could not see them. It's not too easy to see teeth marks on your nipples. I sighed at her boldness. I picked up my honey bottle and squirted honey onto the tips of each of her squeezingly offered teats. A little ran down onto the front of her bustier. "Oh! Look what you've done! You've gotten honey on my bustier!" Bev scolded me. "I'm sorry," I replied truthfully. I bent and began licking at her nipples first, to get off the honey I'd playfully squirted there. Bev reached down to my hips and undid, one by one, the pre-tied drawstrings of my panties, which I'd only had to adjust, not lace together, after putting them on. Now, in short order, the work was undone, completely, and I felt them slip away from me, with only the part wedged in the lips of my pussy hanging on. Bev lifted my face from her boobs and bent her head way down. She placed her palms within my thighs, urged them apart, and bit the dangling fabric of my panties. With a simple tug she nipped them out of my puss. I was quite naked there now, just as I'd been before, but with a tight corset binding my middle (though not, any longer, my boobs) and stockings and gloves and heels on. "Crawl up to the head of the bed and let Jack give your pussy a licking," Bev told me. I was about to comply when she stayed me, picked up the whipped cream, and handed it to me. "He'll want to clean me out," she said simply. "Put some in my panties so he can do me after he does you." Gaily, not minding in the least, I pulled open the front of her delicate panties and filled it up with whipped cream. She discarded her see-through robe behind her just as I did it, to get it out of the way. Jack watched all with his cock and balls tense, loving it, but longing for us too, I knew. Why is it that we girls are happiest when we force men to wait? I don't know. With Bev properly creamed, we both had the sudden idea of decorating Jack's handy cock. Bev took the Hershey's syrup and upended it and dribbled chocolate all over Jack's cock while I watched with baited breath. Then it was my turn. I got to top him off with whipped cream. "I'll race you to the bottom!" Bev told me. I couldn't resist. With Jack howling with pleasure, we both licked our way all the way down his shaft. Every moment I was sure he'd replace the whipped cream we'd licked off his peehole with bubbling white sperm of his own. But somehow, he survived. When we got down to his nuts we each took one in our lips and sucked him hard, making him shout that he felt like he was being castrated! "Okay, now a little treat for your hiney hole," Bev told me. "No!" I protested, but she took me by the hair, bent me over, pressing my face into Jack's cock, actually bending him down under my face, and put the tip of the Hershey's bottle to my anus. I was so anxious about getting messy that I didn't even realize how wonderful it was to have her boyfriend's iron rod being bent down under my face cheek. I felt an oozing squirt and the next thing I knew Bev had shot chocolate syrup up my ass! "Okay, now up top so he can tongue-fuck you into oblivion," Bev told me. Our night was begun. From now on, I knew, it would be one long orgy of mouths and hands and holes to genitals, over and over, with no stopping until I was called away or we dropped from exhaustion. Too crazy with lust to say no, I hustled my heinie up to Jack's face and sat myself on his unshaven jaw. I was wild! His bristly face was pressed up between my creamy thighs, and I found myself clamping myself to him with my legs, letting his calloused palms find my bottomcheeks and stroke and cup them, pinching them a little, though not enough to leave marks. As my white bottom settled onto her lover's face and occupied his hands, Bev took up position at Jack's cock. She undid tiny ties underneath her pussy lips, making her modest panties into crotchless ones. The whipped cream I'd squirted in her began to ooze out a little, but she acted too quick for much of it to escape. She mounted Jack, getting herself over his erection, then putting him in her with some difficulty. I guessed she'd had even less sex than she'd let on to. Jack bucked his hips a few times, to lodge himself deeper, but otherwise kept his hands glued to my asscheeks and his face in my pussy. Somehow, he kept our tray steady on his belly, despite our shenanigans. I wondered if he'd had a job once as a waiter, perhaps delivering singing telegram trays? I cried out with glee as Jack drove his tongue between my female lips. In back he inquired of my drippy chocolate-anointed hiney hole with his finger. He lifted his finger to my mouth and, after a moment's attempt at evasion by me, forced me to lick his finger clean. "Oh, Godddd!" Bev cried behind me. She was getting the full force of his erection now, and it was, I speculated, stretching her to new heights she'd never reached before. To save Jack or herself a scalding, she picked up the cups of cocoa and flung them against the priceless walls of the room. The cups, splashing their contents on the wall, shattered and fell to the floor. I hoped we all wouldn't be made to pay for that indiscretion. Bev rode Jack with as much abandon as she could muster, given her tightness and his length. At last he spurted within her. She collapsed onto the tray. Her boobs mingled in the syrupy pancakes with their fresh strawberry topping. Screaming, I let Jack, who had a tongue as large as some men's penises, fuck me up my cunt until I'd crested into several orgasms and could take no more. Finally I drew myself off him, my pussy wet and my mouth smeared with chocolate syrup that had begun the night in my ass. "Come and clean me, bitch!" Bev ordered. I crawled to her and she knelt up again, letting Jack rest a bit within her cunny before enlarging again. I knelt before her and, as Jack continued to find my butthole a fun place for his finger, I lapped up the syrup on the front of her bodice. When I reached her panties I could not stop. I opened them and played within with my tongue. I licked and licked and lapped and licked until I scooped all the whipped cream out with my tongue, the very cream I'd so naughtily squirted there 20 minutes before, relishing my defilement of her, never suspecting I'd be given the job of cleaning her out. With his cock still encased in her cunt, there was no chance of the whipped cream escaping through Bev's crotchless panties. But when I'd licked it all out I stuck my tongue down deep within her panties and licked around his shaft. It was full again, bulging with his need. Bev began to rock on him and Jack switched to masturbating my cunt with his hand. The three of us went at it again, Bev still possessively keeping hold of Jack's rod, me like a little kitty-cat in her master's bed, getting my pussy fondled as my two masters made love. "Well, Jack, are you empty yet?" Bev asked him when at last we'd slowed down enough for a rest. Bev had just dismounted from him and he looked up at both of us with gleaming eyes. "I doubt it," Jack replied. And I knew what he meant. What young stud would stop after just two spurts? "As soon as you're hard again we'll put Fleury atop you," Bev told him. "She needs some of your sperm too." "Okay," Jack answered, a big dumb okay from a big guy. I didn't know him well enough yet to know whether he was smart or dumb. "It's up to us to make him hard again, Fleury. Think you're up to it?" Bev asked me. "Yes, ma'am," I answered her. And I gave her a crisp salute, kneeling there on the bed, with chocolate up my ass and my cunny wet with my pleasure and my bosoms and bottom exposed despite my bearhug-tight corselette. For her part, Bev was in a much-licked bustier, her titties showing their ruby tips and her cunny dripping out Jack's sperm. We both had ribbons in our hair, to keep it pinned up, and I knew we looked absolutely sexy dressed yet undressed like this. I eyes Jack's balls and saw them drawing upward again already, promising yet more fulfillment. "Turn around and show me your ass," Bev told me, picking up her crop from where it lay half-hidden amidst the bedcovers. "I want to pay you back for all the sperm you're going to steal from my boyfriend." "I'm-I'm really not into that," I said, my voice suddenly wavering, my tits wobbling nudely on my chest, sticking out from the holes in my corselette. "She must be whipped later tonight, by Branson," Jack told Bev. "Her bottom is reserved for him." "Oh! Branson! He's such a brute!" Bev gasped. "Let me see your poor bottom! How awful it will tomorrow, after your visit to him! I'll kiss it for you right now, to help it get better before he even begins. You'll need it, belive me!" I turned around, not knowing what else to do. Putting down the crop (which gave me a great sigh of relief), Bev came up behind me and began kissing my ass very diligently. She did not bite it as she'd bitten my nipples. She kissed it very tenderly, patting it with her hands consolingly, and finally laving her tongue up and down my ass crack, for I'd been told that Branson would not even let me keep that part of myself private from him and his whip. With kissing lips she sucked all the chocolate syrup out of my ass. I was glad Hershey's made such good syrup! Constricted within the corselette, my bottom felt huge. Her tongue speared it as one might spear a ripe peach. I felt utterly female, fucked up my ass by her pretty tongue while Jack, his own member now starting to rise, prepared me for it by diddling my clit with his fingers. Soon I was ready. Jack stood tall, and he'd encouraged me close to the brink of orgasm yet again. I was helped down to his waist by Bev. She assisted me in straddling him, and depressed his cock a little at the pee hole so I could get my smaller, child's frame, atop him. Then she got behind me and bore down on my shoulders. Gazing downward, I watched with gaping eyes as Jack's organ drilled up into my cunny. He pushed the tray of food off his belly as he realized what a job (and a pleasure, no doubt!) it would be to ram himself up my tight cunt. I gasped as his fullness went deeper and deeper. "No," I begged, but Bev kept her hands pressed to my shoulders and there was no stopping Jack, especially when he gave his hips an upward thrust. Suddenly the door opened. I turned, my mouth wide, my eyes almost popping out of my head, and saw to my disbelief that Andre and Louis were standing there, with Rose inbetween them. Slyly she unzipped their flies even as our eyes met. Digging within them, she drew forth their flaming rods, all pinkly fleshed and ripe with pre-cum. "Yes, Louis, watch as another fucks your love. See how big his tool is. Bigger than yours, even. Are you jealous?" Rose asked. Louis nodded. "She will be punished for it by Branson, I can assure you," Rose replied. Polly peeked over Rose's shoulder. "Poooolleee!" I cried as, finding deep purchase within me, Jack began jabbing up and down with his organ, jack-hammer like, befitting his name, with my poor little cunt required to receive every heart-rending stroke. "Good, good," Bev told me, and stayed right behind me, not running to service Louis, which I was most grateful for. She helped me bounce up and down on her boyfriend and whispered words of encouragement in my ear. If she was partly a lesbian, I was now glad for it. Any other woman would have abandoned me for Louis, but she ignored him, preferring his eyes instead, with her hands on me. She reached around and grabbed my breasts after awhile, milking them heartily with her hands, still whispering dirty words to me, as I screamed and cried and yowled atop Jack's ever more viciously fucking prick. Somewhere in our fuck-fest I collapsed in a dizziness of delight over Jack's chest. Bev went over with me, squeezing my tits like they were Play-Doh and bucking her hips against me, wishing, no doubt, she had something fake on to shove up my nether hole. All the while Polly watched, big-eyed and curious. I heard Rose slap her and warn her not to frig herself. Louis and Andre, I saw through bleared eyes, stood and massaged their big organs, quite freely, with Rose encouraging them to spill their seed on her carpet, which I knew they didn't want to do. No man does. Even as he rubs himself he hopes never to cum, yet is so overwhelmed by his pleasure that he can't stop, yet fears to go on. At least, in the case of Louis and Andre, they were jerking off to a live girl, namely me, not some bathroom magazine or pervert's story on the Net! BOOK REVIEW by holy joe We Were Soldiers Once... and Young, by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (Ret.). Publisher: Random House. ISBN: 0-679-41158-5 Review: Have you ever felt yourself surrounded on all sides by enemies, with no hope of relief? I enjoy reading books reminiscent of the Alamo, where desperate men face incredible odds against an overwhelming enemy. Everything is very clearly defined in such a story. "We Were Soldiers" is just such a story. "We Were Soldiers" is a minute-by-minute recounting of the Battle of the Ia Drang, in Vietnam. Moore, the author, knows his subject well. He was the commanding officer of the soldiers who found themselves trapped and surrounded in this battle. The battle happened early in the Vietnam war and, like much in that war, came as a surprise to the men who were forced to fight it. They find themselves completely cut off from other American ground forces, and surrounded by huge numbers of North Vietnamese Army soldiers. The Americans can only be resupplied by air. The helicopters attempting the resupply are frequently shot down. I hesitate to go too deeply into the full contents of this book, because just when you think all will be well, in the final chapters, even deeper horrors erupt around the survivors of the original battle. The beginning of this book, to me, was a total bore. But once the battle gets going you'll barely be able to put this book down. The great thing about it is that it's totally true. Any lesson you're able to draw from it is a lesson from real life, not a lesson from some Hollywood movie or from a book by an armchair theorist. The very man charged with saving his soldiers (and, hopefully, winning the battle) recounts this gripping tale. AND IN THE END... RELIEF FOR VIRGINS "Reading is a lot like sex." - Time, April 21, 1997, pg. 102. -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Free Fuck Decency e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -To unsubscribe: Send $100.00 to The North American Man/Boy Love Association, P.O. 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