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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 299
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Four
ÒI hope you girls have a sweet tooth,Ó Jeff told us. ÒThere are two
giant dildoes buried inside that cake and youÕre both going to eat them out.
He whacked his switch against the chair with no seat. ÒGet busy! Use the
champagne to wash the cake down. And try not to make a mess. Messy
girls will be whipped extra hard for not having proper table manners.Ó
ÒJeff, thereÕs no chairs, no knives, no forks, no plates...Ó Sherry said.
ÒYoung wives, and wives to be (he looked at me) shouldnÕt have any
problem eating without being messy. What do you girls do all day if not
practise being neat? Get going, girls. This is our wedding cake and youÕre
BOTH going to be my wives!Ó Sherry spun round, stared at him. ÒWives for
the weekend, that is,Ó he assured her.
ÒJeffrey youÕre lucky you DONÕT have a knife down here,Ó Sherry
admonished, regarding her husbandÕs dick.
ÒFor the weekend!Ó he protested. He seemed taken aback that heÕd
angered her. Then he swung his switch and sliced it menacingly through
the air. It made a whistling sound. It came very close to Sherry and I.
ÒMake your mouths busy, wives!Ó Jeff said. And Sherry and I,
dressed in our little corsets that constricted our tummies, with our long
stockings on that decorated our legs, our wrists awkwardly cuffed, went
dashing over to the cake and began eating it as best as we could. Our
heads bobbed as we pressed our faces into the frosting, trying not to be
messy. I was aware of icing in my long, lovely blonde hair and knew at
once IÕd fail JeffÕs rules. His crop, ever more menacingly, tasted the air
just inches from my behind.
I bit into the cake. I tried not to scrape my bosoms against the side
of it but I felt my nipples graze the frosting. I tried licking just the
surface, holding my bosoms back.
JeffÕs switch stung my heinie. ÒYeeeouch!Ó I cried and stood bolt
upright. The worst of it was that I couldnÕt reach back and cover myself.
I was forced to wiggle my bare bottom in front of him, my hands cuffed in
front of me. The pain flared along the single line heÕd impressed, then
subsided gradually. Sherry laughed at me. I looked foolish.
ÒYou must eat out the dildoes from the center of the cake,Ó Jeff told
me. ÒDonÕt be a slacker. DonÕt make my wife do all the work. Your dildo is
in there just as hers is. You canÕt get at it by simply licking the icing.Ó
ÒWell, IÕm not real eager to get mine out of the cake,Ó I said. My
eyes were anguished from the searing sting heÕd given me across my fanny.
ÒYouÕll be eager if I tell you youÕve got ten minutes to eat your way
down to it or get a fierce whipping over the trestle,Ó Jeff replied. ÒAnd
one more thing. DonÕt cup your hands to your breasts. This is a wedding
cake. YouÕre eating out your wedding dildoes. Make your pussies wet by
massaging your clits while you eat. Hurry, girls! I wonÕt wait past ten
minutes!Ó He slashed the whip at us, barely missing both our tushies.
Sherry and I bolted forward, pressed our cheeks down into the cake.
ÒRemember, neatness counts!Ó Jeff reminded us. ÒMessy brides deserve
messy bottoms!Ó
ÒOh, this is awful!Ó Sherry confessed. She lifted her face and I saw
tears welling in her eyes. Her cheeks were decorated with cake crumbs.
Her lips were ridged with white frosting. There was frosting on her nose,
and I looked no better. Freely we fingered our slits, knowing Jeff was
watching and judging our every move. I wiggled my fanny from the
stinging I still felt from his remorseless switch. He was swinging it
most deliberately and impatiently behind us, each swish now almost
grazing our fannies. We had to be constantly watchful of him. One mis-
step backward and we were sure to find ourselves howling at the tops of
our lungs. ÒJeff, I canÕt eat this much cake!Ó Sherry cried.
ÒSpit it on the floor if you like,Ó Jeff said. ÒJust keep burrowing
your way down toward those dildoes. Eight minutes, girls!Ó Sherry sobbed
and bit more deeply into our wedding cake. I let my breasts smoosh into
the side of the cake and hoped Jeff didnÕt punish me then and there for
being so messy. From the corner of my eye I could see Sherry smiling a
little, to herself, despite her tears. The awfulness of our plight had a
certain allure. Jeff was so hard, and so close, and so dominant and
powerful. If only he would put down that switch, I think we both could
have borne our cuffs and even the messiness of the cake quite happily. But
he wanted more, more than we could handle, as men often did. Sherry and I
kept at our task, licking and biting our way down into the cake.
Suddenly I bit and found my teeth clamping on hard rubber. IÕd found
my phallus! A shock ran down my spine and I felt again the pain of Jeff
violating my bottom the night before. I licked the tip. Yes, it tasted of
rubber. I looked down inside the half-eaten cake. The nose of a huge penis
stared up at me, like some missile in its silo, waiting to destroy us all.
Sherry found her phallus. Together we worked, still frigging our
slits, letting our breasts mush into the cake, digging out our phalluses
with our teeth and tongues.
ÒSuch messy little girls,Ó Jeff told us when, finally, we presented
ourselves to him, holding the phallus each of us had dug out between our
teeth. We were like dogs with lost bones. Standing before him, each of us
holding a huge penis in our mouth, we were still required to rub our
pussies. He gazed at our cake-crumbed faces and the frosting on our
noses, our eyelashes, and in our hair. We had frosting on our bosoms and
our bellies. I even had some in my pubic hair.
ÒWell girls,Ó Jeff said. ÒIt seems youÕve found something to play
with in our cake. Sherry, bend over and grab the side of this chair. I want
to see Kelly fuck you. Not with your hands holding the dildo, Kelly,Ó he
added. ÒKeep the dildo between your teeth and shove it up SherryÕs twat.
You girls may need to entertain yourselves if IÕm away from home. You
may as well learn how to do it now.Ó
Sherry tried to protest, but Jeff pushed her in front of the chair
with no seat and made her bend down over one of its arms. Still clutching
her dildo in her mouth, he made her arch up her fanny and offer it to me. I
got behind her reluctantly. I was wary of JeffÕs switch and knew any
disobedience on my part would change the game entirely, with Sherry
laughing as I received a switching from Jeff over the trestle. It stood
silently nearby, cuffs open and waiting. There was a cushion atop it to
give a girl something comfy to rest her tummy on but, of course, with her
fanny sticking out she would hardly be thinking about her tummy!
Sherry, as mindful of Jeff as I was, rested her cheek on the arm of
the chair. She looked ridiculous with a big dildo sticking out of her mouth!
She was already playing with herself and now she spread her cuntlips for
me so I could fuck her. I had the head of my dildo in my mouth and Jeff
permitted me to stop frigging myself so I could put the base of the dildo
into my mouth instead. My fingers were slick with my dew. I got my
mouth round the base and then nosed the front of the dildo towards
SherryÕs twat.
ÒShove it right in. DonÕt spare her,Ó Jeff told me. I certainly didnÕt
want to find my face pressed up into another girlÕs cunt but I didnÕt mind
giving her the dildo. I was worried about myself, not her. I pushed the
dildo against SherryÕs slit. I could smell the sweet muskiness of her slit,
even with my face still a foot away. Sherry gasped, tensed. I shoved the
dildo hard. I didnÕt want a switching. My hinds were lofted up at Jeff as
if they were on display, and he was swinging his switch impatiently.
The dildo breached SherryÕs cunt. She mewled, her lips round her
own dildo, gagging her. I pushed harder. She tried to get up but Jeff
cautioned her not to. Deeper within her I shoved the dildo, and she
trembled as she felt it going up her. ÒNo,Ó I think I heard her say, but
there was such a fullness of rubber prick jammed in her lips she couldnÕt
speak even that one word clearly. I pushed, pushed again.
ÒNow make it go in and out. Fuck her with it,Ó Jeff instructed me.
My eyes widened. I could hardly bear the lewdness of it all. I drew back
the dildo with my teeth. Sherry gasped a relieved sigh and then tensed
again, knowing I must assault her anew. In I shoved it once more, deep,
deeper, trying to shove it right up to her womb where she hoped to make
babies for Jeff.
ÒAugh!Ó Sherry cried. She dropped the dildo from her mouth. It fell
clattering into the chafing bowl beneath the chair that had no seat.
ÒYouÕll be punished for that,Ó Jeff told her. Wickedly I went deep as
I could into her, then pulled back, then forced my way up her again. I was
fucking another woman with my mouth! It was incredible, feeling this
older girl moan and buck under me, still playing with herself, as I forcibly
took her pussy. In and out I went, then more, then faster, really giving it
to her now. At the same time I fucked myself with my fingers. Moaning,
crying, we lurched at last over the edge of orgasm, cuming almost as one,
and I found myself kissing her bottom, the dildo abandoned, stuck up her
twat. Jeff slashed my bottom for my forgetfulness. I howled, kissed
SherryÕs bottom, tried to repossess my dildo but found I was so lost in
bliss I could only accept his strokes and finger myself and kiss within
SherryÕs cunny and bottomcrack. I found her hole, I pierced it with my
tongue, thinking in my bliss I was doing her as Jeff wished.
I stood uncuffed with my hands rubbing my wounded bottom. Sherry,
her face bathed clean with a towel and her hair neatly pinned up by Jeff,
sat in the chair with no seat. Despite washing our faces for us and pinning
up SherryÕs hair, Jeff was still beastly. He intended to fry SherryÕs
bottom!
ÒOh, Jeff,Ó Sherry begged, but a gag clung to her lips and she could
not speak. The gag distorted her words. Still wearing her little corset,
laced tight with bows and decorated with ribbons, still in her lovely
stockings, she was nonetheless fixed with her arms pinned to the arms of
the chair. Her bottom bulbed over the chafing dish. She was quite bare
there, nothing protected her fanny although great care had been taken to
bind her arms to the chair arms and her belly into her corset. Her ankles
were not only bound into her shoes but were now pinned, like her arms, to
the chair. The rest of her could move freely. She rolled her head atop her
neck, watching JeffÕs every move. She looked down and watched him
arrange the coals in the chafing dish. He squirted them with lighter fluid.
He walked to a shelf on the wall and took down a box of matches.
ÒNow, little lady, youÕre going to have a pair of toasted buns for me
to feast on,Ó Jeff grinned. It was not a pleasant grin. Sherry let tears run
down her cheeks. I stood beside her, watching nervously. I wondered if
heÕd find some infraction to punish me with when he was finished with
her.
SPONSORED AT LAST!
by holy joe
Recently I was watching a T.V. show about Microsoft. I had just
arrived home from Art Class. (No nude figure drawing yet, unfortunately...)
Anyway, in Art Class I learned an important fact. In the old days,
artists didnÕt work for a living. Instead, they got some rich guy to sponsor
them. He paid all their bills. They produced ÒGreat Art.Ó
That reminded me of Michael Kinsley. As you know, he was working
every day on CNN as the co-host of Crossfire. Then one day, he quit. He
went up to Redmond, Washington. Bill Gates sponsored him. Michael now
publishes Slate.
Well, I figure IÕm already ahead in this ÔsponsorshipÕ game. First, I
donÕt need to quit my job. I donÕt have a job.
Second, I donÕt need to go invent a magazine. I already have one.
YouÕre reading it.
Third, my bus pass is about to run out.
So, I need a sponsor.
Anyway, I was watching a T.V. show about Microsoft. And there was
something the narrator said which caught my interest: ÒSteve Ballmer is
richer than God, and Bill Gates is richer than Steve Ballmer.Ó
As you know, Steve Ballmer is a nobody who happened to be with Bill
Gates when Bill Gates started Microsoft. So Bill put Steve to work as
Vice President of Microsoft. Naturally, when Microsoft grew, so did Steve
BallmerÕs bank account. So when I heard the narrator of the T.V. show say,
ÒSteve Ballmer is richer than God, and Bill Gates is richer than Steve
BallmerÓ I thought the following: whatÕs the cleaning lady worth?
It turns out the cleaning lady is actually a man. (Actually heÕs a man
who likes to wear womenÕs dresses, but thatÕs another matter.)
Me and Joe Bucket (thatÕs the cleaning ÔladyÕ) were friends back in
elementary school. Joe learned his trade there, because we tended to get
in trouble a lot. At my school, when you got in trouble, there was no
luxurious Ôstudy hallÕ where you could study the girls whoÕd gotten in
trouble. Instead, you had to empty wastebaskets. In fact, you had to
empty the entire schoolÕs wastebaskets, including the big humungous
yukkie one in the cafeteria Ôtray returnÕ place.
I called Joe up.
hj: Joe, what are you worth these days?
b: That depends on which way the stock market moves.
hj: Huh?
b: I have three financial analysts who say there may be a bullish move. In
that case, I could be worth six billion dollars. On the other hand, I have
two financial analysts, one of whom is out feeding my dog Dollar right
now, who believe there may be a bearward move in the market. In that
case IÕd only be worth five and three-quarter billion dollars. WhatÕs up?
(Get it?)
hj: Uh, yeah. YouÕre worth another quarter. Waitaminute while I put more
money in this phone.
b: Huh?
hj: Joe, buddy! IÕd never call to ask for anything from you. DonÕt you
worry about that. Now, howÕs your friend, Bill?
b: Oh I havenÕt seen that bum Clinton in three days.
hj: Not that Bill! Sheesh!
b: Although I did underwrite his entire California campaign in 1996...
hj: I mean the Big Bill. Bill Gates.
b: Ah, yes, that Bill. What do you need to know about him? Are you
considering increasing your stock holdings in Microsoft?
hj: Uh, not quite.
I explained my situation to Joe Bucket. He said heÕd try to get Bill to
sponsor me. Naturally, the actual job of actually getting Bill to sponsor
me fell to someone who makes $5.25 an hour. I managed to get him on the
phone:
hj: HowÕd it go, friend?
Proposal Pete (pp): WeÕre not sure yet. I was thinking, you know, have you
ever read any of these issues youÕre trying to get Bill to sponsor?
hj: Sure. I write them.
pp: ....Uh, yeah. Well, okay. Anyway, I said to my friend, Sam Spin [names
changed at the insistence of the participants]: ÔThis could be a little more
difficult to sell to Bill than Slate was.Õ
hj: So what happened?
pp: Well, we got in front of Bill. And I said to Sam, I said, ÔWhen it comes
to the word FUCK, please cough very loudly.Õ
hj: And?
pp: He coughed very loudly.
hj: And?
pp: Bill heard the DECENCY part. He said, ÔAh, yes, I hear thatÕs popular
these days.Õ
hj: ThatÕs good!
pp: The DECENCY part, joe.
hj: Well, he can sponsor half my zine then.
pp: But then Bill asked, ÔSay, whatÕs that publication about, anyway?Õ
hj: What did you tell him?
pp: I had to think fast at that point. I said, ÔHe writes about our nationÕs
children.Õ
hj: Sounds good to me.
pp: ThatÕs exactly what Bill Gates said.
hj: So, what is it? Two billion or three?
pp: Well, that would be for the accounting department to handle.
hj: Tell them to cut the check at once! My bus pass runs out tomorrow.
pp: I could give you their number...
hj: DonÕt give me their number. HIRE somebody, and give him their number.
I might screw it up.
pp: Who should I hire?
hj: Um, Dick Morris! HeÕll work for anybody. He even worked for the other
Bill.
pp: Yeah, I think he could probably get the money.
hj: Spare no expense! I need a bus pass tomorrow! Give him half. What
the hell? A billion for him. A billion for me.
pp: Sounds good. Do I get anything for this?
hj: YouÕre the Vice President. You get more as the money goes up.
pp: Okay.
AND IN THE END...
PEDOPHILIA MARCHES ON!
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some truly distasteful sexual shenanigans, including [retiree]
TurnbullÕs graphic gropings of a young girl.Ó
- Newsweek, October 13, 1997, pg. 78.
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