Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 243
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Polly and I huddled into the shower stall. Rose fitted us into it,
pressing upon us with her hands. It was a tight fit. Rose nodded to the
beautician. The beautician turned on the sink and a moment later a spray
of ice cold water blasted down onto us.
EEEEEEK! Polly and I both shouted in unison.
ÒA little warmer, please,Ó Rose told the beautician.
ÒA LOT wamrer,Ó Polly said somewhat inarticulately, her speech
garbled by the shivering cold water. We clung to each other under the
spray. Our nipples poked at each otherÕs bosoms like thorns. I felt the
water sleet down my belly and gather like snow in my pubic curls.
The water warmed. David settled into a chair and opened his fly.
Rose turned and watched him as he took out his cock and began stroking it.
He was huge and hard and a gleaming drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of
his penis. Rose stepped away from the shower so he could watch us. She
offered us soap, no washcloth, no sponge.
ÒDo each other,Ó Rose told us.
ÒI can wash myself,Ó Polly protested.
ÒDo as youÕre told,Ó David said. His voice brooked no disobedience.
We still wore our platform pumps, with our calves and ankles bound
by their straps. We still had on our fingerless mittens, and wore scarves
round our neck. Light pink pastel scarves, that once had matched our
nighties, and made our t-shirts look alluring before that, but now hung all
by themselves. Polly still had barrettes in her hair, and it was pulled into
pigtails.
I lifted my leg up behind me and reached back to undo the lacing of
my shoe.
ÒDonÕt bother,Ó David told me. ÒJust soap each other where it
counts. Use your hands.Ó
ÒBut IÕve got mud between my toes,Ó I said. I looked at him, the
water streaming down on me, warm now, breaking up my coiffure and
pushing my hair down into my eyes. I saw he would not allow me to do as I
wished. I was bathing for his erotic entertainment only.
ÒCome and suck my cock,Ó David told Rose. Trippingly she went to
him, her feet encased in her heavy cowgirl boots. Her dress hid nothing,
arched up in front and back by her responsibilities, showing her pubis, her
bottom. Quickly she knelt and put her mouth to his cock. She began to
service him. He sighed, relaxed more in his chair. The cleaning lady and
the beautician laughed.
As we washed, Polly and I found pleasure in each otherÕs hands. My
fingers explored her slit. She swooned, fingering me in turn. In his chair
David strove to poke his organ deep into RoseÕs throat, even as he fought
to retain his seed within the confines of his balls. Such were the games
we played with each other.
At last DavidÕs passion ran its course. Rose stood up from him, her
cheeks bloated with his sperm. David told her she did not have to swallow
it. She went to the sink and spit out his essence.
ÒIÕm sorry, but I prefer only to swallow the sperm of men I love, and
you, sir, are just a client,Ó Rose apologized to David when sheÕd emptied
her mouth. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
ÒItÕs okay. I donÕt love you either, or the girls,Ó David answered.
There was a satisfied look on his face. ÒI just needed to cum, and you
were available.Ó He zipped himself up. ÒI care nothing for females
anymore. However beautiful they may be, to me theyÕre just a gentlemenÕs
way of relieving himself. I might be gay, or just jerk myself off, but that
would hardly be proper. ItÕs sort of like going to the bathroom to me. Just
as I have to poop and piss, I have to shoot now and then too,Ó David said
with a glowering smile to Rose. ÒYouÕre a walking toilet, my dear, nothing
more. Despite your pretty legs. Sorry. I just have no feeling for you,
thatÕs all. Or any woman.Ó
ÒWell, the feelingÕs not mutual,Ó Rose replied. Tenderly she touched
her bottom. ÒIn my case, IÕll be feeling you for the rest of the night, sir.Ó
ÒAnd tomorrow too, at breakfast, IÕll bet, sitting on extra cushions,Ó
David laughed.
ÒCome on, girls,Ó Rose told Polly and me. ÒWeÕre done here.Ó The
beautician turned off the shower. She detached the hose from the sink.
She turned on the faucet and rinsed away DavidÕs sperm. The cleaning lady
passed her mop over the floor outside the shower stall and wiped up the
water that had exceeded its bounds. Polly and I waited, watching her.
When she was done, the cleaning lady took a big fluffy towel and spread it
out on the floor for us to step on.
Wetly Polly and I emerged from the shower. Our neckerchiefs
dripped. They were sodden. Our mittens retained a little soap. Our feet
were mostly clean, with perhaps a trace of mud between our toes. The
cleaning lady gave us a towel to share.
ÒThank you,Ó Polly and I both lisped in unison to her. We were shy,
quiet, domesticated. We both wiped our faces on the towel. Then I took it
and dried Polly. She dried me afterward. David rose and poured himself a
drink, watched us absently, as if wishing he might stroke himself, but
also glad that heÕd rid himself, at least for now, of his need to cum.
Polly and I stepped off our bath mat towel to give Rose room to take
a quick shower herself. The beautician reattached the hose to the sinkÕs
faucet. As David cleared his throat impatiently, sipping his drink, Rose
rinsed off under the shower.
THE FIRST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
ÒYouÕd better get dressed,Ó Polly said. ÒIf mom comes home and
sees your slippers by the door you might get in trouble. IÕm too little to
have a boyfriend.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. ÒBut youÕve got to take a bath before your mom
comes home. YouÕve got my sperm all over your belly.Ó
ÒWill Mr. Bubble get it off?Ó Polly asked, wide-eyed.
ÒYes. IF you go take a bath,Ó Jesus emphasized. ÒDo you want me to
bathe you?Ó
ÒOh, no! IÕm too big to need someone to bathe me! I can do it
myself,Ó Polly assured Jesus.
ÒWell, make sure you get it all off, okay? Otherwise I wonÕt be able
to play hopscotch with you anymore,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOkay,Ó Polly assured him.
Jesus kissed PollyÕs nose. She smiled and he kissed her lips and she
kissed him back. They lingered a moment, Jesus descending upon Polly
once more, letting his weight lie lightly upon her, feeling her wiggling
beneath him and enjoying the wetness of their genitals. At last Jesus
lifted himself up again.
ÒDo you mind if I take a quick shower at your house?Ó Jesus asked.
ÒI donÕt think I can just put my pants back on, with ice cream all over
myself, and sperm. My mom might be sitting in the living room when I
walk in my house.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Polly said. ÒBut be quick! ItÕs almost seven,Ó Polly said.
Jesus rose, looked at the clock on the stove.
ÒItÕs almost six,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh,Ó Polly said, sitting up. She pushed her hair back from her eyes.
ÒIÕm not that good at telling time yet,Ó she said.
Together they cleaned up in the kitchen. Polly insisted on having a
big glass of chocolate milk, leaving Jesus to do most of the clean-up. She
sat up on the counter, her small legs dangling down, swinging her feet
back and forth. She admired Jesus as he got everything rinsed in the sink
and put away. They were both still nude, their clothes on the floor. They
needed to bathe before they could dress.
ÒYou have a cute ass,Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒThanks. You do too,Ó Jesus said. He looked at the girl. She was
grinning at him, a big chocolate milk mustache smeared onto her upper lip.
ÒWe could probably go have more ice cream before we have our
bath,Ó Polly said.
ÒNo-- not today,Ó Jesus said. ÒI need to get cleaned up and out of
here before your parents come home!Ó
ÒOr my brother,Ó Polly said, over the rim of her glass, taking another
gulp of her milk. Her voice echoed inside her glass.
ÒYeah, him too,Ó Jesus said.
ÒDo you think that cat is trying to sneak back into my yard?Ó Polly
asked. She craned her neck, looking toward the window. Jesus could just
imagine her running around naked outside, chasing the cat, his sperm all
over her belly.
ÒUh, IÕll help you defend against the cat. LetÕs just get clean, okay?Ó
Jesus asked. He walked over to the girl and prised the chocolate milk
glass out of her fingers. He took hold of her small body, feeling her frail
ribs under his fingers. He lifted her from the counter and set her down on
the floor. Her eyes widened with pleasure as her face dropped down to the
level of his dick.
ÒYouÕre getting hard again!Ó Polly declared.
ÒYeah-- I know,Ó Jesus admitted. HeÕd never gotten hard again like
this at home, jerking off, but with sexy little Polly still nude, and himself
nude, he felt inspired.
ÒLetÕs lie down on the floor and do it again!Ó Polly said. Her eyes
were bright.
ÒI canÕt-- thereÕs no time,Ó Jesus said. ÒMaybe in the bath, if youÕre
good.Ó He took her hand. Disconsolately she let him lead her from the
kitchen, past the door, which Jesus unlocked and opened. He took her
upstairs to where her bathtub was.
ÒUsually I donÕt have to take a bath until eight,Ó Polly said to Jesus.
She watched him turn on the water. It flowed lustily into the tub.
ÒItÕll be fun,Ó Jesus said. He looked around, saw a bottle of Mr.
Bubble, and sprinkled it liberally into the churning, rising water. He took
PollyÕs hand. He saw her eyes dart to his stiffened cock. He wondered if,
had he been small, she might have resisted his putting her into the bath.
But he was hard, not soft, and so she let him take her. Together they
stepped into the water. They sat down. Polly smiled up at Jesus and felt
under the bubbled surface of the water for his prick.
ÒNot that again,Ó Jesus said. He felt her small hands caressing his
cock. He desired to spend again, and had to fight the urge. Her fingernails
found his pee slit and poked at it.
ÒShoot out your stuff, under the water. No one will see!Ó Polly
urged. She drew closer to him. She spread her legs so that she sat with
her slit almost touching the head of his cock, her legs out beyond his
waist.
ÒNo! I canÕt,Ó Jesus said. But PollyÕs hands tugged at his big thing
urgently. Her eyes looked up at his, sparkling, inviting him to do what he
so badly wished to, all over again.
ÒAh! Unh!Ó Jesus suddenly grunted. He felt his sperm shoot out and,
with a wild look in his eyes, realized his dick was pressed right against
PollyÕs slit. He wasnÕt spending into the bathwater, as sheÕd urged. He
was shooting his cum right into her!
ÒOoooh, I can feel you,Ó Polly said. She urged her hips forward and
her slit bumped hard against the crown of JesusÕ cock. His pee slit parted
the lips of her slit. His cum, shooting out, went directly into her private.
Afterwards they sat for awhile in the tub, embracing. She was still
virgin, of course, and Jesus wanted to keep her that way, but he had
violated her a little, jettisoning his load into her adjacent cunt lips. They
shared kisses and Polly told Jesus the name of her rubber duck. It smiled
from the edge of the tub. She put it in the water and sailed it between his
thighs.
They washed each other. They tried to hurry but it was a delight,
soaping each otherÕs nude, tanned bodies, and they took longer than they
should have.
Suddenly Jesus realized it must be almost seven.
ÒSorry, IÕve got to go,Ó Jesus said. He kissed Polly on her forehead.
He rose from the tub. Her eyes watched him, loving his body as it rose, all
hairy and wet, from the foam of their shared bath. Quickly Jesus stepped
out of the tub and reached for a towel. He towelled himself. Polly smiled
at him.
ÒAre you done?Ó Jesus asked Polly.
ÒNo, I want to play with Lucky Duckie,Ó Polly said. She lifted her
duck up and waved it in the air, as if it could fly. ÒHeÕs a super duck. He
keeps the cat away,Ó Polly said.
ÒWell, bye,Ó Jesus told her. ÒTry not to sit in there too long, okay?
ItÕs better if you get out and put your clothes back on.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Polly said. ÒMom will be happy that I took my bath
early.Ó
Jesus leaned into the tub and kissed the girl once more, just on her
forehead. Then he stood erect again. He was naked. He had to go
downstairs and get his clothes. Polly cupped her hand and waved goodbye
to him, smiling a smile as pure and angelic as an angel.
ÒSo long,Ó Jesus said.
ÒBye, bye,Ó Polly replied. ÒDuckie says ÔbyeÕ too.Ó
ÒBye, duckie,Ó Jesus said to her duck, to make her happy. Polly
giggled.
Jesus went downstairs. He put on his clothes. He was about to take
PollyÕs clothes upstairs to her when he heard the front door open. With a
sudden spasm of terror, he ran quickly around and out of the kitchen and
into the small dining room beside the kitchen. There was a sliding glass
door there. Quickly he opened it and stepped barefoot out onto the porch
behind PollyÕs house.
Just in time. PollyÕs mother came into the kitchen, Jesus just
having disappeared around the side of the house.
ÒPolly! What are your clothes doing lying here on the floor in the
kitchen!Ó PollyÕs mother called out. Jesus didnÕt hear PollyÕs reply; he was
darting down along the bushes. He saw the cat, standing on top of the
fence that separated PollyÕs property from her neighborÕs. The cat jumped
down into the other yard, disappearing. Jesus moved quickly down to the
end of PollyÕs front yard and crossed out onto the street.
Someone had turned off the hose in his front yard. His mother, Jesus
guessed. He glanced at the neighborsÕ drive. The puddle had mostly
evaporated, there was only a residue of dirt there. Nothing he necessarily
caused, Jesus reasoned, even though he had, of course. He dragged the hose
up into his momÕs yard and bundled it into a coil next to the house.
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Later that evening, Polly called Jesus on her Mickey Mouse phone.
ÒHi,Ó Polly said. ÒWhatÕcha doinÕ?Ó
ÒIÕm, uh, reading the Talmud,Ó Jesus answered. He was sitting on his
bed. PollyÕs voice was soft in the phone.
ÒIÕm supposed to be asleep, but IÕm not sleepy,Ó Polly said
confidentially. ÒWanna hear a tune?Ó Polly asked.
ÒSure,Ó Jesus said. He wondered how Polly would play something
over her phone, without turning on a radio or CD player and letting her
parents know she was awake.
ÒBeep! Beep! Beep!Ó came suddenly across the Phone. Polly was
punching the keys of her phone, to the tune of ÔOld McDonald.Õ
ÒClever,Ó Jesus thought to himself.
ÒDid you hear that?Ó Polly asked in a whisper.
ÒYeah,Ó Jesus said.
ÒI like ÔTwinkle, Twinkle, Little StarÕ better but I donÕt know how to
play that,Ó Polly confided.
ÒThatÕs okay. I didnÕt even know how to play ÔOld McDonald,ÕÓ Jesus
said, though he guessed he could manage it, if he had to, now that he knew
the trick of it.
ÒCan I come over to your house?Ó Polly asked.
ÒHuh?Ó Jesus asked. He really needed to be doing his Talmudic
lessons but the thought of little Polly lying in his bed with him did sound
exciting. And she wasnÕt another manÕs wife-- it wouldnÕt be violating
any of the Ten Commandments for her to visit. ÒI-- well,Ó Jesus
stammered.
ÒNo one will know,Ó Polly said. Her voice was high, lilting. ÒMom
and dad are downstairs watching T.V. I sneak out sometimes to go
patrolling for the cat, to keep it from getting my parakeet.Ó
JesusÕ mom was out for the evening, dating a man. He guessed she
wouldnÕt be back or, if she was, she wouldnÕt be looking in on him when
she did come home, perhaps with the man accompanying her.
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. ÒBut donÕt get caught. I donÕt want you to get in
trouble.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Polly said. ÒMy momÕs real happy I took my bath so
early. Even if I did leave my clothes downstairs in the kitchen. She says
IÕm going to be a nudist when I grow up.Ó
ÒBring my slippers,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh, yeah. My parents thought they were my brotherÕs. They said his
feet must be getting weally big!Ó Polly giggled.
And so it was that Jesus and Polly spent the night together. But
that, perhaps, is a story better left to the readerÕs imagination.
THE END, Spammers?
AND IN THE END...
DOWN WITH PEDOPHILES!
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