Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 165
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Beach Western
Chapter One
Ashlee gritted her teeth as, suddenly, the cold tip of the vaseline
bottle suddenly thrust its way between the ring of her sphincter. Jets of
vaseline shot up Ashlee's bottom, causing her breath to explode out of her
mouth. Then Rose withdrew the bottle and doused the anal plug with
vaseline.
"Here goes," Rose announced.
"No!" Ashlee cried, and made to get up. Alisha jumped on her back
and kept her down. Paul restrained her head and shoulders with his free
arm.
"Umph!" Ashlee cried as the butt plug jammed its nose inside her.
Rose drew back a little, pushed again. "Ummp!" Ashlee half screamed,
squirming.
"In!" Rose ordered the plug, giving it yet another shove. Suddenly it
was as if a dam had broken. The plug shot into Ashlee's ass, going in two-
thirds of its length. Rose held the plug in place, whispered consoling
words, waited, permitting Ashlee a few seconds of rest. Then, firmly, she
used gentle pressure to ease the plug in the rest of the way. At last
Ashlee's ass was broken in.
Ashlee trembled over the covered stump. Consolingly Rose brushed
her clitoris with the pads of her fingers as her palm firmly held the plug
in place. Alisha, tiring of her role as backwards riding bronco buster, rose
and went to Paul. Ominously, she lay down beside Paul and began wetting
down his erect penis with her silvery salivaed tongue.
Ashlee trembled. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes and began
running silently down her cheeks. This was an occasion as momentous as
the day her boyfriend had taken her, via the ordinary route. Even then she
had been resistant, needed pressure to comply. Rose's fingers, gently
pinching her nipples, broke her reverie. "You may rise now," Rose said.
"With your new adornment." Hesitantly, bowing her head, hair in her eyes,
Ashlee made to get up. Her limbs had somehow frozen, they wanted not to
move. She felt a snug fire in her bottom. Rose lent a hand in her rising;
then, belatedly, Paul and Alisha. Finally Ashlee stood erect. Rose brushed
the hair from Ashlee's eyes. She walked behind the girl, admiring her.
"Squeeze your cheeks," Rose said. "Feel the fullness within you. It is but
prelude to greater things." Ashlee clenched her butt cheeks as best she
could. So eager to clench them before, she now found the task
psychologically difficult. Now she wanted to spread them as wide as she
could, to remove that infernal plug!
"I-I have to take a dump," Ashlee said, turning to Rose, a desperate
plea for sympathy in her eyes.
Rose laughed. "My, such a sly girl I've never seen! Your father must
have been a wolf! No, little girl, your tricks won't work this time." She
turned to Paul. "Shall the girls be bedded now?"
"After they've been introduced to my guests," Paul replied. "And keep
an eye on them in there. These are my girls. They are not available for the
pleasure of other men."
"Or women?" Rose asked with a smile.
"Or women," Paul said firmly.
"You're no fun," Rose said. She took both girls by the hand.
"We'll have fun later, after I show off my prizes," Paul said.
"Including the one between your legs?" Rose asked.
Paul looked down at his dick. He wore only the top half of his tux.
His pants were in a pile on the lawn. "I look ridiculous like this," Paul
muttered. Alisha giggled, but Ashlee, with the new sensation of the plug
up her butt, was too nervous too. With hesitant steps she allowed Rose to
lead her back up the stone path to the mansion.
Paul's guests were inside, all attired in tuxedoes and evening gowns.
A titter of laughter greeted Paul's arrival sans pants. The girls, with
their little plugs were found most alluring. Paul ordered the girls to be
seated and had Ashlee and Alisha serve them wine and croissants. Rose,
riding crop thrust through her belt, stood guard over the proceedings,
warning the guests to keep their love of the girls to mere caresses. And
she kept Ashlee and Alisha in line too, making sure they fulfilled their
duties as Paul and the guests spelled them out.
When dinner had been replaced by dessert Paul excused Ashlee and
Alisha from further waitressing. Taking Rose by the arm, he lewdly bid
the guests to fuck at their leisure. Then he and Rose and Ashlee and
Alisha departed the dining area. Ashlee felt relieved to be no longer in the
presence of Paul's guests. As uncomfortable as it was to be with Paul, it
was better than playing waitress to a roomful of strangers.
"I didn't even get a tip," Alisha pouted as she was led with Ashlee
back out onto the stone path toward the barn.
"You wouldn't have gotten just the tip. You'd have gotten the whole
thing, many times over," Rose said. Paul laughed. Even Ashlee smiled.
There had been many a bulging crotch in the dining room.
"What now?" Ashlee asked. She felt as if she were asking directions
of inhabitants in some strange land.
"It's time for you girls to go to bed," Rose smiled. Ashlee
remembered the bed they'd made in the barn.
"We're to sleep in the barn?" Ashlee asked.
"Oh, you won't be sleeping. At least not right away," Rose replied.
Ashlee trembled and wanted to ask more but the barn doors loomed up
before them. A moment later they were inside.
It was warm in the barn. Bright overhead lights shone upon the bed
Ashlee and Alisha had made up so correctly. The two girls were led over
to the bed.
"Draw down the cover," Rose ordered. Alisha went to the opposite
side of the bed and together the two young girls pulled back the cover for
sleep. "Get in and assume a 69 position," Rose said. Ashlee gasped and
turned her head to look at Rose. The woman answered silently,
brandishing her riding crop. Ashlee got in the bed and lay down with some
difficulty, owing to the butt plug. She had to keep her legs drawn up,
knees high, to avoid jamming the plug further against her rectum. Alisha
came in from the other side, and knelt with her bottom over Ashlee's face.
Ashlee stared at the butt plug in Alisha's ass. Then Alisha bent forward.
She pried Ashlee's bottom cheeks apart. Suddenly Ashlee's loins loosened.
Alisha was going to take out the plug! With relief Ashlee felt Alisha pull
at the plug. It didn't seem to budge, however.
"It won't come out!" Alisha said. Ashlee's body froze with fear. Then
Alisha laughed.
"Just kidding, silly," Alisha said, looking briefly over her shoulder at
Ashlee's fearful face. "What goes up must come down," she said, and then
eased the plug out of Ashlee's tight rectum. Alisha looked at the brownish
covered plug once it had been removed. "Ick," Alisha said, and passed the
plug by its handle from her fingers to Rose's. "Now do me," Alisha
said to Ashlee. As if to help she jutted her bottom as far out as she could.
Tentatively, as daintily as possible, Ashlee proceeded to unplug Alisha.
With a little pop the plug came out of Alisha's bottom. Ashlee looked at
its shaft with horrified eyes. Rose reached in and took it away, by its
handle. Ashlee rubbed her fingertips against the sheets, wiping them,
though there was no need.
"Very good," Rose said to a relieved Ashlee. But her next words were
horrifying: "Now lick."
"L-Lick?" Ashlee asked, stunned.
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Rose asked.
"No, of course not!" Ashlee said.
"There's always a first time," Rose replied. Several partiers drifted
into the barn, came up to the bed sipping cocktails. Paul ordered them to
man cameras.
"Let both girls up first and sponge them," Paul said to Rose. The
woman permitted both young girls to rise from the bed and ordered them
to stand and bend over. Carefully she laved a sponge between their bottom
cheeks, removing even imaginary traces of shit. Ashlee trembled as warm
water sprinkled her anus. The sponge was wrung out and used to dry each
girl. Then they were made to sit on the edge of the bed. A woman served
them wine and croissants. Ashlee nibbled at hers. Alisha ate naughtily,
pretending the croissant was a cock. She took a second croissant and
insisted on feeding it to Ashlee, who licked with tremulous tongue the
sides of the croissant, finally biting off the tip.
"Enough, girls, back in bed," Rose ordered. The two lasses assumed
once more the positions they'd held earlier. Ashlee was shaking now,
uncontrollably afraid of the lewdness that lay ahead.
"Let's go, we're wasting film," Paul said. The whir of rolling
cameras could be heard in the distance.
"I-I don't want to do this," Ashlee said. Just as the words left her
mouth Alisha's tongue came to her clitoris. Ashlee gulped. She felt
Alisha's fingers, curling around the very base of her bottomcheeks,
separate them.
"Lick!" Rose ordered Ashlee. Trembling, the girl obeyed. She stuck
out her tongue like a little cock. It wiggled toward its target. Then it
struck. Alisha gave a little jump of recognition. Then she pushed her
bottom down, welcoming Ashlee into her most private sphere. Ashlee gave
a little gag of resistance and then, very lightly, began tracing the flesh of
Alisha's labia lips.
As the licking proceeded Ashlee delved as little as she could get
away with into her companion's pussy. But now and then, as Alisha happily
worked her, sudden bursts of pleasure coursing through Ashlee made her
involuntarily push her tongue deeper. As best she could, Ashlee tried to
resist the wet eroticism that was invading her pussy. She tried to push
the lovely feelings it gave her out of her mind. It was a hopeless cause.
Soon Ashlee became totally overcome with her own pleasure. She
moaned aloud, entirely forgetting her obligation to give back the same.
She tossed her head, every breath one of sheer pleasure.
"Keep working!" Rose admonished Ashlee. "Do not let your own
pleasure keep you from your duty to Alisha!" With difficulty Ashlee tried
to refocus her energies on Alisha. It was a struggle to keep anything but
the delicious pleasure of her pussy in her mind. With effort Ashlee
extended her tongue. Alisha 'helped,' so to speak, by insistently grinding
her pussy down onto it. Ashlee went to work once more, every spasm of
her own pleasure interrupting her task. Rose took her by the hair and
jammed her face up into Alisha's pussy. Then, a minute or so later, she
separated Ashlee from the heinie and ordered her to curl her tongue and
salute Alisha's anus. Simultaneously a wet intrusion made itself felt
where Ashlee had entertained the butt plug. After this, Rose wiped both
girl's tongue with a wet cloth and said they'd done well. The girls,
exhausted by their pleasure, collapsed into one another's arms and fell
asleep exchanging kisses. Later that evening, in the dark, each was roused
from slumber to be fucked in the pussy by Paul. Ashlee, thinking she was
in bed with her boyfriend (though the intruding member did seem a bit
more filling), bucked her pleasure in a haze of wine and pleasure induced
fatigue. It was only when the invading brightness of the morning awoke
her that she realized once more where she was.
Chapter Two
Ashlee returned to Dalton with a handsome profit. Except for a
slight tingling in her bottom, she was just as she had left him. For many
weeks Ashlee brooded over her experience. She left Dalton's employ when
he insisted she make another delivery. She wanted nothing more to do
with Genieve, Rose, or Paul.
Ashlee drifted away from the beach scene and, for no particular
reason, took up horseback riding. She rode every day, first with an
instructor by her side, then, as time went by, alone. Every day it seemed
she rode farther. Out into the hills above Los Angeles. Out where the
canyons lay. Mostly she stuck to the approved trails. But one day, when
the trail petered out, she rode on anyway. In time she crossed a rushing
river. She had gotten quite good at horseback riding now. She was
trotting past some old, seemingly abandoned corral, half hidden by bushes,
when suddenly a voice called out, "Why do you ride clothed?"
Ashlee snapped her head in the direction of the voice. There, just
clambering over a high bench, having emerged from the corral, was a
beautiful girl. She wore very little, and what clothing she had on did
nothing to hide what it should. The girl just stared at her for a long
moment, puzzled. One of her legs was planted firmly on the ground. Her
other leg, though, was almost vertical. Its knee rested on the high bench.
The girl seemed oblivious to what such a position did to her pussy. Her
mons, its wisps stirred faintly by a passing breeze, seemed to invite
pillage. Yet the girl seemed not to know, or not to care.
Ashlee turned her horse and sidled over to the girl, hoping to scare
her. But the girl only repeated her question. There were flowers on the
bench, in front of her knee. Apparently she had gone into the unused corral
to pick them.
Effortlessly Ashlee slid down off her horse. "Why aren't you
clothed?" Ashlee returned the question.
"Why would I be?" the girl asked.
"Don't you need clothes to protect you?" Ashlee asked. The girl began
to blush.
"Oh. You're an outsider," she said. "You shouldn't be here." She let
down her knee from the bench and suddenly seemed to feel a sense of
belated modesty. "You're not allowed here."
"I'm sorry," Ashlee said. "I'll go. But I'm curious. If I weren't here
you wouldn't mind going around naked?"
"I'm not naked," the girl replied. "I'm wearing boots, to protect my
feet. And I'm wearing a shirt."
"A shirt that's too big for you, and that you didn't button up," Ashlee
said, looking straight at the girl's naked breasts.
"The shirt is to keep the sun off my back," the girl said.
"What if you perch your bottom on that old bench?" Ashlee asked.
"Aren't you afraid of getting splinters?"
"The tail of my shirt protects my bottom. And this leather belt
around my waist keeps the shirttail next to my bottom." Ashlee had to
admire the girl. While the shirt wasn't even pulled together in front,
leaving her tummy bare, there was really no need for her tummy (or her
pussy, for that matter) to be covered. But in back, where her bottom
might sit on something unpleasant, the shirt's long tail was there to
protect it.
"How about that cupless bra you're wearing?" Ashlee asked.
"I'm like this every day, all day," the girl said. "You shouldn't let
your boobies just bounce around all the time, without any support."
"Hence the cupless bra," Ashlee said. "Why don't you just wear a
regular bra?"
"I do," the girl said. "When it's really sunny, so my breasts can stay
white. But today the sun's not bad at all. Perhaps I should have left my
shirt back at the ranch."
"No, that's O.K.," Ashlee said. "What about that leather cord, dangling
like a necklace around your neck?"
"Oh, it's just a sort of western tie," the girl said. "A little
decoration."
"Don't you think you might be going overboard? With the tie, I mean.
Wouldn't want to get too dressed up, would you?" Ashlee said mockingly.
"You're not nice," the girl pouted.
"What's with you?" Ashlee asked. "Okay, I mean, I admit it, if you
lived on a deserted island you wouldn't need any more than you've got on.
But what about other people? What about men?"
"The men here are very nice to me," the girl said.
"I'll bet!" Ashlee roared.
"One of the reasons I wear this belt is because I have to. So they can
whip me if I'm naughty. So really it's not just to hold my shirttail in
place."
"There are men who whip you?" Ashlee asked.
"Yes, you know, on the bottom," the girl replied...
GOLLIWOG EXPLAINED
by Alan Freer
The Golliwogg collection consists of approximately 48 poems which
deal with the eponymous character. I began working with the series in
January 1992 during a creative writing class.
The collection deals with Golliwogg in a macabre-surrealistic
setting where he attempts to delve into the inner-workings of himself,
religion, philosophy, and society. The poems are much stronger within the
context of the collection, and when taken together, reads somewhat like a
short story. The object of the poetry is to provide immediate access to
the reader, yet can be read at many different levels upon subsequent
readings.
The idea for the Golliwogg character came from a character named
ÒGolliwog,Ó found in childrenÕs books from the Civil War era. The
character was a black doll which was constantly tormented by other dolls
and suffered one misfortune after another. It is in this vein which I have
written the poems.
Currently I am pursuing a M.A. in English theory and practise of
writing.
AND IN THE END...
YES, AMERICA IS AN INSANE POLICE STATE
ÒI just really liked her.Ó
- Fifteen-year-old James Wilson, who traveled from Illinois to
Massachusetts by bike, bus and foot to seek out a girl he had met on the
Internet -- only to be caught by police, who thought he looked
suspicious, a block from her house.
(- Newsweek, January 6, 1997, unpaginated.)
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