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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 275
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Four
...She confided in me: ÒWe help and support each other as much as we
can. Our masters are very demanding.Ó
ÒI have not seen your...Ó I paused. I let my breath catch. I did not
want to say the word. ÒMaster.Ó
ÒRose is doing us herself. She receives instructions every evening
by telephone,Ó Joanne told me. ÒWe have no idea what our masters are up
to.Ó
ÒSleeping with other women, IÕll bet,Ó Sylvia said dolefully.
ÒYou wish. Then you think that would give you an excuse not to go
through with your branding,Ó Joanne sniped.
ÒThey could be, you never know...Ó Sylvia suggested.
ÒOr maybe they arenÕt. Maybe youÕre just scared,Ó Joanne told her.
ÒWell, itÕs my bottom thatÕs being branded, so I can be scared if I
want to,Ó Sylvia said.
They washed me in silence. When I was all freshened up I put on a
simple pair of panties and went down to the parlor. I eschewed heels. It
was warm out. I wanted to be barefoot. The castle was lightly air
conditioned, but Rose liked to keep it as natural as possible. When I went
into the parlor the windows were open. The curtains were drawn, keeping
the interior shady. A warm wind billowed the curtains when it could and
showed peeks of the parlorÕs inhabitants. I sat down among them. There
was Andre, with Polly beside him, clad in white panties as I was. Did we
think alike? Louis was on a loveseat near their couch. He wore a casual
jacket and long pants, plus loafers. Rose sat on a chair by herself, making
another pouch out of yarn.
ÒWhat are you knitting?Ó I asked her. Self-consciously I sat down on
the loveseat beside Louis. I pretended not to notice his eyes. He drank me
in, admiring my slim young figure and my uptilted breasts, swinging free,
my too skinny legs and my hair that I liked to wear free and unfettered. I
had my manacles on, of course, and my collar. I never took those off. They
were the symbols of my servitude to him.
ÒItÕs for next Christmas,Ó Rose told me. She did not look up. Maria
came in with a bowl of oysters in hot tomato sauce. She handed them to
me. I saw PollyÕs bowl had been set aside on the cocktail table that
fronted the couch she shared with Andre. She alone hadnÕt touched her
oysters. Andre was finished, Louis was just polishing off his own bowl.
ÒWhen Christmas comes IÕm having a very handsome young man over, a
virgin,Ó Rose said. Some ladies and I will get together and break the lad
in. ÒI donÕt know who it must be, but IÕve got my requirements. He must
be young, preferably a little under 18, and shy. We like shy boys at
Christmas. He must be a young athlete. His cock must be indefatigable, of
course, which shouldnÕt be a problem if heÕs young, which of course he
must be.Ó
ÒHow will you meet such a lad?Ó I asked, intrigued. I almost envied
whoever it would be. He would be royally feted, knowing Rose. His only
job would be to stay hard. How wonderful to be young and spend Christmas
with a roomful of ladies. He would come to the castle a boy and leave
quite the young Man, his cock probably aching and his balls feeling like
emptied-out sacks.
ÒIÕm going to sponsor a surfing competition,Ó Rose said. She
threaded her yarn carefully through the evolving network that was forming
a perfect cock pouch for her Christmas boy to be. ÒIn Brazil, not here. Too
many surfers would spoil the remoteness here. WeÕre still pleasantly
unknown here at the castle. But in Brazil, where the boys are, and where I
wish them to stay, except for specially invited guests, IÕll sponsor a little
surfing competition next December. The waves will be up and, no doubt, so
will my competitors. TheyÕll all be strutting and showing their stuff to
win the prize but myself and my friends will be picking the winner of the
real prize.Ó
I accepted a chilled glass of Arcticle beer from Maria, sipped it. A
foam mustache formed on my upper lip. Louis reached over and wiped it
off. I pushed his hand away. I wanted to hear Rose, not play with Louis.
ÒSo some hunk will get the money prize, some experienced man, no doubt,
but youÕll be looking for someone else?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó Rose said. She finished her yarn pouch and held it up proudly.
It was large, fit for a stallion, but with a slenderness to it that befitted a
young, slim, still-growing lad. ÒHeÕll be dejected that he came in fourth,
or fifteenth, or twenty-ninth, but IÕll console him with my own special
consolation prize, awarded privately. Like I said, I have no idea who itÕll
be. ThatÕs what makes it fun, I guess. HeÕll be healthy and young and shy,
which means he wonÕt have experienced girls before. No VD, no herpes,
none of that. Just a healthy young thing, ready to fuck.Ó
I felt my eyes shining. It sounded very fun. I wanted to be there, but
I knew it would just be Rose and her closest friends, all older ladies,
hungry to be laid by a boy who, thinking himself doomed to virginity,
would suddenly find himself fucking like mad.
Louis reached out and toyed with my nipple.
ÒLouissss,Ó I complained, and pushed him away. He refused to go.
ÒHowÕs the restaurant business?Ó he asked.
ÒWell, if you must know, itÕs practically wore me out,Ó I said to him.
ÒGood. Then at least I know who youÕre fucking, and when,Ó he
answered. I turned to him.
ÒIs that the only reason youÕre making me play waitress--to keep
control of my love life?Ó I asked him. There was a touch of anger in my
voice. He plucked an oyster from my bowl and forced it between my lips.
ÒEat,Ó Louis commanded me. I munched on my oyster.
Sylvia floated into the room. She sat her bare bottom down on the
couch beside me.
ÒYou didnÕt require her to have her dildo put back in after her bath,Ó
Sylvia said to Louis. She reached out and stroked my fanny.
ÒNever mind that,Ó Louis said. ÒIÕm going to do her myself, every
night. IÕll keep myself inside her until morning.Ó
ÒYouÕll have to stay HARD until morning,Ó Rose laughed. She picked
up her mug of Arcticle beer and swallowed down a big mouthful of it. Her
breasts lifted with her arm. She wore a simple cotton blouse. It was
loose and sheer. It hid nothing, letting her nipples show. They grew
pointedly into her blouse as she considered my fate at the hands of Louis.
ÒI can stay hard all night,Ó Louis said casually. Rose touched her
throat, set down her beer on a low Rosewood flower stand beside her
chair.
ÒSheÕll twitch and squirm her bottom all night,Ó Rose said. ÒThink
you can stand it?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Louis replied, and I felt my own nipples perk up, hearing him.
Sylvia caressed my bottom and then lifted her hands to accept a bowl of
oysters from Maria. She cared for us well.
ÒI want Polly branded,Ó Andre said. Polly found herself looking
shocked and gazed about herself in wonderment. ÒUnless she eats her
oysters, that is,Ó Andre added. Polly glanced into her untouched bowl and
then looked away. ÒYuck!Ó she declared. She was being a little theatrical,
I think.
ÒAndre dear, you must pick an older girlfriend if you wish to see her
branded,Ó Rose said. ÒPolly is too young. She must be full grown before
you can have her permanently altered.Ó Polly let out her breath in a loud
whoosh. She and I both knew weÕd never be as old as 21, or even (alas) 18!
ÒThen I want her butthole enlarged,Ó Andre announced.
Rose giggled. I think all of us giggled. ÒShe must be at least 14 for
that,Ó Rose said. She glanced at me. I smiled. I liked the idea of being
widened naturally, by my boyfriendÕs own cock. Let him put it up me and
widen me with it. If he could keep himself hard all night, despite my
squirmings, then I deserved whatever he did to me. I let Louis put another
oyster in my mouth. I chewed, I swallowed, he fed me another one. I was
his pet. Behind me I think Sylvia was wondering if an oyster could be put
up my fanny, but she contented herself with just speculating, palming and
caressing me as she munched on her own oysters. They dripped with
tomato sauce.
Polly stood up matter-of-factly. She stuck her thumbs into her
white cotton panties and shoved them down her thighs. She kicked them
off. She turned to her boyfriend and carefully opened his zipper. SheÕd
caught him the other day, by accident, and almost been spanked for it. She
knew better now. Andre sprang out of his trousers hard and excited. He
had a big one. Too big for Polly, I think, but she declared that she would
sit on it. She parted his big thighs and placed herself between them. Then
she turned around, showing him her bottom, and she proceeded to attempt,
standing on her tippie toes, to impale her heinie on him. It was a losing
battle. She was too young and tight and he was too huge. Polly reached
back and opened the bare cheeks of her seat and strove mightily, in her
girlish way, to pop herself on top of him. We all laughed a little, enjoying
her antics. At last she contented herself with just sitting in his lap. She
wriggled onto the big snake of his prick, feeling him slithering underneath
her. Rose watched, fretting aloud that Andre would sperm the soft fabric
of her sofa. It must have been a comfy seat for him, caught between the
cushiony bare bottom of Polly and his own trousers, with the sumptuous
sofa just beyond.
ÒAh, let me take my pants off,Ó Andre groaned with happiness.
ÒI was just about to suggest that you put your cock away,Ó Rose
intoned. I donÕt want to have to wash my couch.
ÒI can hold it,Ó Andre replied. He unbuckled his belt and began
shifting his pants down off his butt. A moment later and heÕd gotten them
down far enough to allow his bare, hairy ass to rest directly on the sofa.
Polly bore down on his crotch with her fanny, after rising up a bit for him
so he could bare himself to her. ÒGod, this is Heaven,Ó Andre groaned. His
dick was embedded directly within the spheres of PollyÕs ass now, with
the deep, rich sofa supporting his cock underneath. His pants, neatly
pressed and fashionable, were down at his knees. They kept his knees
close, making an even tighter enclosure for himself and PollyÕs squirming
tushy.
ÒPolly, dear, donÕt let him sperm my nice couch,Ó Rose pleaded.
ÒHeÕs the one with the penis. Not me,Ó Polly replied. She was
churlishly indifferent. She ground her soft pumpkin more wildly, shaking
her breasts, lifting her arms.
ÒPlease, Polly, donÕt wriggle your bottom on purpose!Ó I scolded her.
ÒYouÕre wiggly enough without doing a lap dance on him!Ó
ÒGod, I donÕt think I can hold it after all,Ó Andre moaned.
ÒI want a lap dance too,Ó Louis told me. I finished the oyster in my
mouth and put my oyster bowl on the floor. Maria came in, picked it up. I
unzipped Louis. I bent low and kissed his prick when IÕd drawn it out of
his underpants. Right on his peehole I kissed him, quite boldly.
ÒHi,Ó I said to his peehole. I was feeling frisky.
ÒHi,Ó Louis replied, speaking for his penis.
ÒCome and sit in my lap, dear,Ó Rose said to Sylvia.
ÒBut you donÕt have a penis!Ó Sylvia replied.
ÒNo matter, I want to talk to you about your branding,Ó Rose said to
her. As I shucked off my undies and got into LouisÕs lap Sylvia stood and
walked over to Rose. Our hostess pushed down her own small plaid skirt
and welcomed Sylvia into her lap. They kissed. I turned and kissed my
Louis. Andre gritted his teeth and prayed aloud that he could hold himself
back just a little longer.
Kelly entered. She walked over to Polly and took hold of the girlÕs
arm. Polly gazed up at her wide-eyed as Kelly lifted Polly bodily from the
couch.
ÒWhat do you have there, dear?Ó Rose asked Kelly. She lifted her
mouth from Sylvia to inquire of her maid. Kelly held a pitcher.
ÒWarm cream,Ó Kelly replied.
ÒAh, Maria mustÕve thought I wished it. We did this once before.
Alright, spoil the couch, then,Ó Rose said.
As Polly and I watched, Kelly aimed the pitcher of cream at AndreÕs
crotch. He was hard, hairy, breathless, close to cumming. Kelly wore a
simple skirt, stockings, high heels, but nothing else except her maidÕs hat.
With her breasts swaying freely, she arched her pitcher, leaned forward,
and poured the rich, hot white cream directly onto AndreÕs stemming cock.
ÒAhh, Chrissakes!Ó Andre howled. We watched as the cream splashed
onto his dick, found its way to his balls underneath, and made a white
mess of his pubic hair. When Kelly had made Andre slick with the cream
Polly was told to resume her lap dance.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Hustler, July 1997, $5.99. Web: http://www.hustler.com
Review: Apparently, the Christians have failed, at least for now,
to get the Communications Decency Act passed into law. (Although
various senators promise a ÒSon of CDAÓ if the CDA is struck down by
the U.S. Supreme Court.
Meanwhile, the Christians intend to mailbomb everyone they
disagree with into oblivion. So, I have been thinking. (Usually a
dangerous thing in my case, but I did it anyway.) What if Larry Flint
started an Internet Service Provider?
What we need in this country is a nationally-based, nationally-
known Internet Service Provider, whose very name stands for freedom.
What better name than ÒHustlerÓ?
Based on the tactics of the Christians, I would hasten to add that
any freedom-loving ISP needs to protect itself from mailbombs. They
just need to know, from the start, that when they themselves arenÕt
being mailbombed, their various customers will be. But, with mailbomb
software in place, there shouldnÕt be any problem.
In the meantime, when IÕm not on the Internet, IÕve got more time
to read porn! And this issue of Hustler is one of the best porno
magazines IÕve ever seen.
ÒSadieÓ (pg. 24) invites the reader to some down-home cooking,
out on the range, where no one can hear her scream. What a glorious
bottom this girl has! (In fact, many photos in this issue of Hustler are
of breathtakingly beautiful bottoms!) When youÕre admiring Sadie, donÕt
forget to look on the Table of Contents page. (pg. 3) I really liked that
photo of her too.
ÒLust WardÓ (pg. 58) features Annie and Kris. TheyÕre inmates in
an asylum. At the beginning of this pictorial, theyÕre beguilingly
wrapped up in straightjackets. But one girl manages to free the other.
TheyÕre still locked up, so they decide to pass the time making love to
each other. What a delightful pictorial! I could go into an essay on how
modern psychiatry is little more than an arm of the police state, but
IÕm still too busy jacking off to these lovely lasses to write such a
serious essay. Suffice it to say, if youÕre arrested in todayÕs America,
and the police canÕt figure out how to stick your ass in the jail, youÕre
not taken home. Instead youÕre taken to the ÒMental HealthÓ Clinic.
There, from what I hear, you can be forcibly drugged.
(Of course, if youÕre still living with your parents, or have money
and influence, this is less likely to happen. But if youÕre on your own,
as an ordinary citizen of the United States of America, youÕre out of
luck.)
Next up is ÒRachel.Ó (pg. 82) The title of her pictorial is
ÒRoughing it.Ó SheÕs out in the woods. (Where no one can hear her
scream either). SheÕs lost her clothes, but sheÕs still got her little pup
tent with her. Staring at these photos, though, IÕve come to the
conclusion that sheÕs having to set up that pup tent for her boyfriend.
And, looking at pg. 87, IÕm guessing that, just as her boyfriend is
inducing her to play with herself, guests show up. Are they there to
play with her too? And what about her bottom? It looks perfect for
spanking!
Well, I hope Rachel doesnÕt have too rough a time in the woods.
Rick and Kim, meanwhile, are ÒBank Jobbers.Ó (pg. 98) But theyÕre so
horny they soon forget all about robbing the bank. Rick takes out his
prick and does a number on Kim, quite beautifully. Usually IÕm not fond
of Male/Female pictorials. I mean, they leave the Christians nothing to
complain of! (Except that some guy happened to photograph them.) But
this pictorial was quite nice. I especially liked seeing them kiss (pg.
104 ) and seeing Rick stick his finger in KimÕs mouth (pg. 100).
Last up in this issue is ÒMindy.Ó (pg. 164) But sheÕs shaved her
pussy and looks, well, uh, young. So IÕll skip mentioning her. I wouldnÕt
want to offend anyoneÕs morals.
AND IN THE END...
FEMINISM WINS AGAIN!
ÒThe age for eligible gymnasts has been raised to 16 for the
Sydney Olympics. (Of course, if this rule had always been in effect,
fans would [have] been deprived of the most stirring performance in
gymnastics history, Nadia ComaneciÕs quadruple gold at the Ô76
Olympics -- when she was 14.)Ó
- Newsweek, May 26, 1997, pg. 14.
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