Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 262
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter One
ÒHow many girls do you do this to?Ó I asked.
ÒOnly the special ones, the ones that need it,Ó she replied. Was she
keeping back half the truth from me, as I had about the reason for my
bottom? I couldnÕt tell. At least I did know she had a boyfriend, so there
was no question she was normal. Just a little helpful, thatÕs all, for girls
who needed it, like me. In a previous generation sheÕd have handed out
birth control pills to someone like me, surreptitiously, or helped me find a
doctor willing to do an abortion. But now, with those things quite legal,
sheÕd moved on to other aspects of girlsÕ sexuality, like helping them
accept their loverÕs big penises up their hineyholes.
ÒIÕm going to lick you with my tongue to help you feel sensuous,Ó
Glenda told me. She was peering into my bottom now, having fetched back
the dildo from the ice tray.
ÒAlright,Ó I agreed. I felt her fingers pressed hard to the insides of
my buttcrack. I was glad the whip had mostly missed that part of me.
Gentleness could not be had there if she was to help me.
ÒPlay with yourself, Fleury,Ó Glenda reminded me. As I felt her
tongue descend to the rim of my sphincter and lightly daub me there, I
slipped my hands down my belly, arching my bottom up to let myself find
my clit.
ÒOoooh!Ó I sighed. GlendaÕs tongue stabbed within my sensitive hole
just as my fingers found my spot.
ÒRub,Ó Glenda reminded me, mangling her order a bit because her
tongue was sticking into my hole, making it actually sound more like
Òflub,Ó but I knew what she meant.
The next few minutes passed quietly. Glenda, in no hurry, despite
the fact that her ass was mooning a door someone might walk through at
any moment, licked within my hiney hole, exploring it at first, then
stabbing more deeply, with firmness and determination. I played with
myself quite happily, not caring how silly we looked. I was glad to have
something to take my mind off the marks that scored the cheeks of my
bottom. I would never have agreed to be tongued like this if I hadnÕt been
whipped, I realized.
Glenda relubricated the DevilÕs Dildo when she felt I was finally
ready for it. She had to fetch a new bottle of lotion to do it. Then, seeing
that it had warmed because sheÕd taken it from the ice tray, she popped it
in the freezer for a few minutes and went back to licking like a doggy
with her tongue up my hole.
Finally all was ready. Glenda got the dildo, put just a dab more
lotion on it, and breathed on it for luck. Then she inserted the tip of it in
me, making me cry out.
ÒOh, you mustnÕt scream,Ó she said. She laid the dildo aside and
went to the countertop and fetched some cloth. Returning to me, standing
over my head, she bound my mouth with the cloth without bothering to ask
my permission. Then, after checking that I could still breathe through my
nose, she returned to my rear.
Every inch of the DevilÕs Dildo proved to be an agony. Although it
was thin, and I relaxed myself as best I could, Glenda insisted on squirting
icewater repeatedly up my anus to keep me in touch, as she said, with my
chocolate chute. The thing itched as it went up. It seemed to force the air
from my lungs. I felt as if I were a little champagne bottle and she was
stuffing the cork back into me. Finally, feeling quite frozen inside my
behind, she told me IÕd taken it all. I couldnÕt believe it. Tears were
rolling down my cheeks from my exertions. IÕd tried my best to let it in
but spent just as much time instinctively trying to expel it. It had
wearied me. The brandy was making me sleepy. I felt like I might need to
poop soon. Glenda gave me the rest of the ice water from the dildoÕs
bladder. Then, after all IÕd gone through to have it put up me, she drew it
out.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó I heard PollyÕs voice pipe up as the extra long
DevilÕs Dildo was withdrawn, turd-like, from my anus. My shit lightly
coated its once flawless, gleaming metal sides, hiding its luster behind a
veil of my nether essence.
ÒPooolly!Ó I cried, turning my head. My eyes, despite my tears,
looked guilty. I rubbed myself more furiously, seeing her. I was feeling
quite passionate now. Polly stood buck naked, shutting the door quietly
behind her as she entered our room.
ÒI took all my clothes off like they told me but nobody ever came,Ó
Polly explained.
ÒThatÕs probably nurse Johnson,Ó Glenda said, taking out my dildo.
ÒA real bitch. SheÕs probably late because sheÕs in court testifying why
some girl needs forcible psychiatric care.Ó
Glenda took the dildo from my bottom and walked it over to the sink
and dropped it within its gleaming basin. She ran water over it to wash it
off. Polly, her bottom still red from her whipping, crept up to me and
examined my violated hole.
ÒWhy are you having this done?Ó Polly asked. Tenderly she touched
me where the dildo had just come out. Her snub nose wriggled a little at
seeing the shit smeared round the edge of my sphincter.
ÒPolly, have you ever played with yourself?Ó Glenda asked her.
ÒÔCourse,Ó Polly admitted, with a sheepish look on her face.
Instinctively she let her hand slip down to her soft pubis and touch
herself.
ÒGood. ThatÕs just what I want you to do in a minute, after you help
me get into this Master John,Ó Glenda told her. ÒIÕm glad youÕre here. I
might have had to untie Fleury and get her to help me. This thing is way
fucking big and heavy and itÕs hard to hold it up and tie it on at the same
time, especially if youÕre just a girl. IÕm not used to hauling a big pecker
around with me, you know.Ó
ÒGooosh!Ó Polly exclaimed as she saw Glenda bend down and take a
massive sausage-sized dildo out of the fridge. It looked like it was made
of pliable rubber, but some wicked soul had decided to store it in the
fridge anyway, just to make a girl like me more miserable. Glenda
beckoned Polly over to her.
ÒItÕs cold,Ó Polly said, touching her fingers to the big sausage.
ÒYes, itÕs been in the refrigerator, Polly,Ó Glenda replied, stating the
obvious. ÒThere, IÕve got the straps untangled. Polly, when I pass them
under myself and back around behind myself, I want you to tie them all
together, okay? Just use the drawstrings.Ó
ÒIÕm glad I learned to tie my shoes,Ó Polly admitted, seeing all the
laces dangling from the ends of the Master JohnÕs straps. Together the
two of them got the devilish thing wrapped round GlendaÕs pussified loins,
making her look like a man when they were all done.
Glenda sauntered over to me, looking more confident than IÕd ever
seen her. The big wangling sausage-shaped dildo bounced stiffly between
her Venus-like legs. She was truly a creature God had never intended, and
she was about to put the worldÕs biggest dildo up my quite small hole.
ÒI left the balls off,Ó Glenda told me, getting on my table with me
and mounting my bottom. ÒI figured youÕd have enough weight bearing
down on you without those being added. They make bowling balls look like
something little girls play jacks with,Ó she laughed. With total disregard
for the state of my bottom she gripped my cheeks and yanked them hard
apart. I cried out but my gag stifled my scream.
ÒOh, donÕt hurt her!Ó Polly admonished.
ÒPlay with yourself, Polly,Ó Glenda told her. Polly seemed hesitant.
ÒOr IÕll ram it up you next,Ó she added.
ÒOkay!Ó Polly replied anxiously. She was getting hot just watching
me and she began twiddling with her spot now, not wanting to be punished
and feeling a little like she might enjoy an orgasm anyway. Glenda pushed
the giant dildo head against my sphincter.
ÒRelax, Fleury,Ó she ordered me. ÒIs the brandy helping?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I admitted. I was feeling quite sleepy and my hiney cheeks
seemed to be growing apart from me. I felt her hands on my bottom but
despite the pain of her firm touch I did not cry out.
ÒHere goes,Ó Glenda said. She gritted her teeth and shoved hard with
the sausage against my hole. There was no give. She pushed again, harder.
I screeched into my gag as I suddenly felt just the nose of the thing
somehow nudge its way into me.
ÒNo more! No more!Ó I exclaimed, quite awake now, but still feeling
a little sleepy in my hiney cheeks, as if theyÕd gone to sleep like your foot
sometimes does. Had there been novocaine mixed in with the ice water
inside the other dildoÕs bladder?
ÒYes, Fleury, it must happen sometime,Ó Glenda admonished. ÒDonÕt
worry, I wonÕt break you,Ó she added. ÒIÕm being as careful as I can.Ó
Polly stood in the corner, by the countertop, with its neat row of
implements, watching with wide eyes and rubbing herself ever more
briskly. Her small titties shook with delicious little tremors, big for her
age but still nowhere as big as GlendaÕs juggernauts, full-gown womenÕs
tits bouncing above her ribs as she drew in her breath and impaled me
more fully on her fake man-sized cock. Giant-sized, I should say. I felt as
if an entire sausage-like beanstalk were being forced up me. Jack would
have fared better if heÕd been caught and punished by the Giant in the land
above the clouds.
ÒOooooh, itÕs so naughty!Ó Polly exclaimed suddenly. She rushed up
as if to save me but, at the last minute, she licked one of her fingers and
poked it within GlendaÕs behind.
ÒPolly, donÕt fuck ME!Ó Glenda cried, but it was no use. Having found
GlendaÕs hole, Polly jammed her finger into it and began screwing my
nurse.
ÒOh, please, stop,Ó Glenda told Polly, bearing down on me and making
me take a bit more of the sausage cock as she herself found that her clit
was as close to orgasm as mine was.
ÒYesssss!Ó I screamed suddenly, finding mine, and I felt hot rushes
of heat blow up within my legs even as I strove to expel the refrigerated
sausage from my hiney. Glenda bucked atop me, striving to impale me
more but winding up with PollyÕs finger digging more intrusively into her
own hole instead. There was just no way that sausage was going to get up
me, no matter how much spiked brandy she fed me or novocaine she put up
my butt.
ÒYeah, yeah, youuu get it toooo,Ó Polly exclaimed, rubbing herself
furiously now as she stuck GlendaÕs big mommieÕs bottom with her finger.
ÒAhhh, IÕm sorry Fleury but IÕm cummmmingggg!Ó Glenda cried. She
bounced her sausage ever more deeply and penetratingly upon my
widespread hole, finally piercing me a little with its big blunt nose, as
the strap which held it on made her clit shiver with spendings.
As soon as weÕd all cum it was over. Glenda dismounted me a little
sheepishly, feeling foolish bound up round her cunny in a big manly cock.
Polly went to the countertop and made a point of wiping her finger very
well upon a handful of kleenex. I suspected sheÕd never put it up a
womanÕs bottom before, and she said nothing of it, as if hoping weÕd
forget. Glenda untied me like a butcher giving a calf a reprieve. I got up,
with a little help from her, and found it awkward to sit upon my bottom,
still sore and now so fully violated, with a little of the sleepiness still
shivering within it.
We wiped ourselves with kleenex at the sink as best we could. Then
Glenda and I dressed, silently. No mention was made of inspecting my
breasts, my sex, my belly. This examination had obviously taken longer
than most already. When she was fully dressed again Glenda looked in the
mirror over the sink and adjusted her hat. ÒTell Rose IÕll see that your
parents are informed that weÕre following up on all available leads,Ó she
said. ÒRose is a bush leaguer, my boyfriend says, when it comes to
bondage, but IÕm sure youÕll have fun anyway.Ó
ÒA bush leaguer?Ó Polly asked.
ÒMy boyfriend would really rough you up,Ó Glenda explained. ÒHe
hasnÕt me yet, but I saw photos of his last girlfriend. I keep teasing him.
Wish me luck,Ó she smiled.
ÒYou want to be roughed up?Ó I asked her.
ÒWhy do you think IÕm a nurse?Ó she replied. ÒI like it rough. I
became a nurse so IÕd understand myself better, although my boyfriend
says I should have majored in psychology instead. I need to understand
myself physically so I can keep things from going too far, but still push
them all the way, you know?Ó Polly just stared at her. She was still
nude. WeÕd have to go down the hall and fetch her clothes for her.
ÒDonÕt bump into me in a dark alley, kid,Ó Glenda said to Polly,
grinning. She put her finger under the girlÕs chin and kissed her lightly on
the nose.
We emerged from the child protective services building like two
children just released from school. Our blouses were white and crisp, our
neckties straight, our skirts pleated and primly worn. Polly delighted in
bouncing down the buildingÕs front steps and watching her titties shake. I
had my bra on underneath my blouse. I didnÕt want to take any chances
until we were completely out of sight of the Stalinesque building behind
us. I tried not to think of what might have happened to us if our
indiscretions with Glenda had been discovered. Well, it was not our fault
if our physicals got a little too physical, was it? I suspected we would
have been implicated somehow. And Glenda wouldnÕt have been able to
send us back to Rose. I wiped my forehead with my hand. The afternoon
had settled in, full with the heat of the latter part of the day. I need my
pool. RoseÕs pool. I needed to be naked again and swimming in its cool
waters. Or playing inside with whipped cream. I wondered what Louis and
Andre were up to. Did they still have all that sperm in their balls that
theyÕd still had when Polly and I had left them? I doubted it, but Rose I
suspected was a little more bloated perhaps in her tummy, if they really
filled her up like they seemed capable of doing when we left.
I took PollyÕs hand.
ÒThe limo should be here any minute,Ó I told her.
ÒI get Centipede on the ride back,Ó she replied.
ÒOkay,Ó I agreed.
Chapter Two
We returned to the castle. Stepping out of the limo, I gazed up at it.
From a solid facade vine-covered spires rose up to pierce the high,
scudding clouds. The driver ushered us inside. Polly was still playing
Centipede. He had to guide her steps to keep her from stumbling on the
stairs that led up the castle door. He was like Lurch, our driver. Tall,
silent, tuxedoed, with big hands and a bow tie. I turned my face up and
looked at him but he ignored me.
ÒAre you gay?Ó I needled him.
ÒI,Ó he paused. ÒI serve,Ó was all he said in reply. Nothing more. A
mysterious man.
Inside we found Rose sitting in the parlor with Louis and Andre.
They were each reading a newspaper, she was knitting. I let my eyes flit
over their crotches but saw no sign of movement. Just as I suspected. But
they were hardy men. TheyÕd be up for more antics soon, I had no doubt.
As for me, I was feeling a bit sleepy, despite the sunshine outside.
ÒHow was your visit to child protective services?Ó Rose asked. She
did not look up from her knitting.
ÒFleury tried to take the worldÕs biggest prick up her bottom,Ó Polly
reported. Rose cocked her eyebrow. ÒReally?Ó she asked, still knitting.
ÒWas it bigger even than LouisÕs?Ó
ÒOf course it was bigger than LouisÕs!Ó Polly replied, as I stood
blushing beside her.
ÒWhat?Ó Louis asked, looking up for the first time from his paper.
He turned to Rose. ÒI thought you sent them to child protective services!Ó
He seemed jealous. Despite his thoroughly relaxed crotch.
ÒI did, darling,Ó Rose replied to Louis. She pulled the yarn through
her knitting and lofted it high, finishing off a corner of the pouch she was
sewing.
ÒYou donÕt have to insult my cock just because you donÕt like it,Ó
Louis said to both Polly and I, thinking, perhaps, that we were in cahoots
in her comments.
ÒI like your cock, Louis, but this one was bigger,Ó Polly teased. She
sashayed past him.
holy joeÕs
GREATEST POETRY
of the hour
Ah, Claire
Who art so bare!
Already I am there
Shooting into your lovely 12-year-old hair
Sucking on your growing tits
Shall I equip you with a bit?
How kinky it would be, seeing it.
And if I whacked your ass
And made you say ÒAlas!Ó
And smelt any gas you passed
(Not to be crass)
I would be in Heaven at last!
But really IÕm just sitting here,
Holding my dick like itÕs a spear
And pulling on it
And (oh, shit.)
ThatÕs it!
(if I think up any other drivel, rest assured IÕll give it worldwide
distribution - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
ÒThere is a mind-numbing glut of first-person, confessional, self-
centered, solipsistic poetry out there.Ó
- Small Press Review, January 1997, pg. 15.
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