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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 326
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
ÒWhen I send you home, I will give you a business card,Ó Jasmine
told me. Her words purred into my ears. ÒIt is the name of a man. He will
treat you much crueler than I can, or than Brent ever would. Much crueler.
He is utterly demanding. He allows a girl no rest, no reprieve. He trained
me and I suffered much at his hands. I can only start you down the path
tonight that he will take you on. But you must call him. Tell him your age.
He accepts no one over eighteen. When he gives you his address, and you go
to him, you must take a whip along. It is the only way. He will not accept
you if you forget it. And you cannot come again, only once, and you must
do it properly, just as he says, bringing the whip with you.Ó
ÒWhere--where would I get a whip?Ó I asked through my tears. I
knew where to buy CDÕs in L.A., but not whips!
ÒAny store that sells things for horses will have them,Ó Jasmine
whispered. ÒI will not give you one. You must go and buy it yourself. Pick
it out, present it at the counter. Yes, Kelly! It is that bad! He is that
bad!Ó
I came again, into KerriÕs seeking fingertips. I was all honey now,
my moistness filling my empty cunt, my thighs wet and loved and caressed
and parted and delved between. Jasmine stroked the plump cheeks of my
bottom and began easing out the hard dildo. She drew some water back
into the syringe so the dildo could move in my bottom. I felt it slide
slickly back, slowly, so as not to hurt me and also to let me have the feel
of it, the penetrating effect of it as it let me go only ever so slowly. At
last, gleaming with the juices of my well-oiled ass, it was removed.
Jasmine laughed and set it aside on the carpet. I felt open. I felt
remorseful. In my relief, crazily, I wanted the dildo back. And I wanted
Brent where the dildo had not gone, in my cunt.
ÒStand up, girl,Ó Jasmine told me. She and Kerri hauled me to my
feet. I stood dizzily. I palmed my poor ass with my hands. It was hurt, it
was pried apart and then left to dream of past penetrations, wishing for
more. ÒCome, we must give Brent his final treatment,Ó Jasmine said.
Happily she led me over to my lover so I could watch his destruction.
Brent was hard as a rock. His penis looked like one of those stone
phalluses in Fiji. Yet, soon, it would all be over. He would be made to cum
and cum in buckets until he was soft and withdrawn. I stared at him.
ÒHi,Ó I breathed.
ÒYou took quite a dildo up that fat little ass of yours,Ó he said.
I touched his cock with my finger. ÒYouÕre going to be small soon,Ó I
told him.
ÒI know,Ó he answered.
ÒOkay, letÕs do it,Ó Leslie said. She freed his cock from the vise.
Brent let her handle him. He did not resist. He was beyond resisting. He
quavered in her small palms, his organ hard but wanting to lose itself
now, to let its seed spring forth and be gone. He no longer cared whether
he shot in or out of a girl. He wanted to be rid of his tormenting seed.
ÒBrent, I know you want to cum, but try to hold it,Ó Leslie told him.
ÒI would really like to see you pork one of us, even if you donÕt care.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Brent gasped. ÒJust finish this game of yours. IÕve got to
pee badly.Ó
Leslie turned her head and looked at Jasmine. ÒItÕs okay if he pees
now, isnÕt he?Ó
ÒYes, let him. I want him thinking of nothing but his hardness and
his sperm,Ó Jasmine agreed.
ÒWhich one of us do you want to pee on?Ó Leslie asked Brent.
ÒWhich--?Ó he asked, stunned.
ÒYes, pick your favorite pee partner. You may just go on her. DonÕt
worry about the carpet. WeÕve spilled a little pee on it already, IÕm afraid.
Now itÕs your turn to go. Which of us do you like the best?Ó
ÒMissy,Ó Brent answered firmly.
ÒBrent!Ó I shouted. Missy hollared that she did not want to be peed
on.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó he told me. ÒI like you, but I canÕt get enough of Missy.
Bring her over here, ladies! IÕm going to pee right on that cute belly of
hers!Ó
ÒNoooo! I donÕt want him wetting on me!Ó Missy cried, but Jasmine
and Leslie brought her over to him. Brent presented her with his cock. He
aimed so that his penis would go on her belly button.
ÒWell? LetÕs see it!Ó Leslie told Brent. She tickled the underside of
his cock. A minute passed. Then another.
ÒI, I canÕt!Ó Brent gasped. Leslie bent and kissed his shaft.
Suddenly, as her lips mouthed him wetly, BrentÕs cockhead exploded with
pee. It arced across the space between himself and Missy, falling, and
splattered on her belly. Missy howled her disapproval but Jasmine and
Kerri, laughing, held her tight between them. Droplets of pee hit them as
BrentÕs powerful stream gushed onto MissyÕs tummy.
Too soon, he was spent. He had no more pee to give. Missy stood
sobbing, pee running down her belly, nesting in her pubic curls, trickling
down to her cuntlips and dripping to the floor.
Leslie popped open a can of Mountain Dew. Quickly she poured it into
a dark green Tiffany glass. Coca-Cola was stamped on the side of the
glass, molded into the glass itself. I watched as the foaming bubbles of
Mountain Dew rose up to the hand-blown lettering and then beyond, right
to the rim of the glass.
I was urged to take hold of BrentÕs penis. ÒGrab the shaft, point him
toward the floor,Ó Leslie told me. I did as she asked. My fingers barely fit
around him, but I managed it, and then held him down, with difficulty, so
that he could be put into the glass.
Leslie brought the glass of soda water under his dick. She lifted the
glass, sinking BrentÕs cock into the brimming soda. Brent shouted as his
penis, already coated with Spearmint Binaca, was plunged into the
bubbling soda. His arms, bound behind him, ensured he would not resist.
He might have run, or course, or dodged away, but he stood his ground,
bravely, and watched as his cock was defiled.
ItÕs amazing what a glass of bubbling soda can do. IÕm told it burns,
the bubbles exploding against a manÕs cock and causing him true pinpricks
of pain. ÒYahoooo! Mountain Dew!Ó Leslie cried, and Brent was forced to
join in, watching his own cockÕs denouement. I held him in the glass,
despite his flexing attempts to lift himself out of it. I made him take it
all.
When at last Brent surfaced, we took his dripping cock and stuffed it
deep into Mindy. She shouted as she was forced upon him. He was big, she
was nothing if not small. They merged like fire and water, sizzling,
hungry but dueling, she a captive between Jasmine and Kerri, he guided by
my own hands.
It took a long time to work Brent fully into Missy. She was too
young for him, really, but we made her take him anyway. She must learn
sometime, Jasmine said. She cannot just play little games forever.
Remorsefully, but wanting to see my friend fucked, I deflowered her with
my lover. Her blood stained the carpet. Jasmine said she would save the
stain as a memory of little MissyÕs virginity. It was gone now. She was
impaled on him. We rammed Brent into her belly again and again. When
Brent was fully lodged, deep in her womb, I put my hands under his balls. I
lifted them and I squeezed them hard.
ÒGive her your sperm,Ó I said in a hushed voice. ÒGo ahead, I donÕt
mind. SheÕs my friend. ItÕs my gift to her.Ó
ÒYessss,Ó Brent gritted. He tried to fight his need but it exploded
suddenly from him. Missy wept and shivered upon his huge cock. We made
her take every last drop of him.
ÒYou have been a good girl, Missy,Ó Jasmine whispered. She kissed
the girl when it was over. We lifted her off Brent. We took her from the
room and walked her back to the West Wing. When we arrived, the DAs
were gone. We tucked her into my bed. I slipped in after her, I was so
exhausted.
Kerri remained in my room with me. The others left. They went
back to Brent. I was past loving him now. I loved myself instead. I lay in
bed kissing Missy, not because I liked her but because she was there, and I
wanted her softness against mine. She did not matter, only the pillowy
softness of her breasts did, her little gasps, her rising and falling tummy.
I felt womanly and I wanted to be a woman with her, the two of us
survivors, suffering together and passing through fire.
Kerri pampered my bottom. She soothed lotion all over it. I felt
loved, needed. I cared no more about Brent. I would leave in the morning, I
told myself. Back to L.A. and the things I knew. IÕd had enough adventures,
for now. IÕd grown up a little more. I yearned for familiar things, not
whips or chains or huge phalluses, but simple dresses, and homework, and
sensitive, gentle teachers.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
ym Young and Modern, February 1998, $2.95. (No Website listed.)
Review: What am I doing on the cover of this magazine? YouÕd think
this magazine would at least ask my permission, or send me a check, or
something...
ÒCrushing: 24 Crucial Clues (pg. 48),Ó breaks AmericaÕs girls down
into four personality types. Then, based on what kind of personality you
have, the magazine gives you advice on how to snag a boy. ThereÕs a big
chart with lots of lines on it to help you figure out who you are, and what
you should do.
Take a look at this chart yourself. Do you think Alicia Silverstone is
actually going to be able to figure anything out, gazing at this chart? How
about Kelly Bundy (who canÕt read)? Not likely.
Fortunately, holy joe has a surefire, simple method for getting a boy.
HereÕs what to do, girls. (This was something everyone did in the 1970Õs,
and it was very popular.) Tomorrow, when you go to school, slip into the
girlsÕ locker room. Take off all your clothes. Yes, even your bra, and your
panties. Then, run through the halls. Run as fast as you can. As youÕre
running, yell, ÒIÕm streaking! IÕm streaking!Ó Some of the students might
not know what youÕre saying, but the teachers will, and some of them will
even blush, remembering that they did the very same thing, back in the
70Õs.
Since this is the 90Õs, and not the 70Õs, half the faculty will start
running after you. Keep running, though (unless youÕre into older guys).
For, being a girl, and naked, I can assure you that every red-blooded male
in junior high will soon be hot on your tail. Remember, this was once a
fashionable activity, so you shouldnÕt feel embarrassed just because
youÕre not wearing clothes, and nobody under 20 has ever seen anyone
ÔstreakÕ before.
Now, what to do when you get to the end of the school building, and
youÕre naked, and surrounded by boys? GigÕs up, right? Not at all! This is
where a friend is needed. Tell one of your girlfriends to call the school
office on the telephone, and announce, ÒThereÕs a bomb in the school.Ó
This is called a Ôbomb scare.Õ This too used to be a fashionable, and
popular activity, though since the ÔReagan ErrorÕ it has fallen into disuse.
With the faculty distracted by the bomb scare, itÕs time to celebrate
yet another 1970Õs tradition. ItÕs called an ÔorgyÕ. Your girlfriend wonÕt
be needed for this (though she might want to bend over). Just stand still
and let all those hot-blooded boys get hold of you. YouÕll have a great time
with all your favorite boys while the police and the bomb squad are busy
searching the school for explosives.
ÒYour Romantic Destiny Revealed (pg. 50)Ó is yet another
complicated, although slightly more fun, way to get boys. It consists of
various Ôtarot cardsÕ that youÕre supposed to cut out of the magazine, with
lots of directions for how to use them.
Once again, I can assure you, girls, that there is a much simpler way
to find your romantic destiny. ItÕs a long-lost tradition known as
Òwearing a mini-skirt.Ó HereÕs what you do. Go to your closet and get a
skirt. Get the shortest skirt you can find. Then, get a scissors. Put the
skirt on and have a girlfriend cut the skirt so that it barely covers your
bottom. Cut it just as short in front, and along the sides. Then walk
outside. I guarantee you that every boy you meet will blow his mind (and
something else) just looking at you. And remember, a miniskirt is not to
be worn with stockings. You wear a miniskirt with your legs bare. You
can also skip wearing your panties, if you like. But generally, with a
miniskirt, it is customary to wear high-heels. If youÕve got leather boots,
with high heels on them, those are okay too. DonÕt worry if your mom sees
you. If sheÕs a certain age, she definitely wore miniskirts when she was
young. So youÕre not doing anything racier than your own dear mother did.
Another way to catch boys is to burn your bra. Do you like wearing a
training bra? ItÕs such a fuss and bother, donÕt you think? Burn the damn
thing! Burn it in your front yard, and tell everyone who sees you that
youÕre becoming an uninhibited feminist. Tell that to your school principal
too, when he asks you why youÕre walking around school with your boobs
bouncing all over the place. Tell him, ÒIÕm being natural and free, and not
restricted by a male-dominated society.Ó (If itÕs a woman, ask her to tell
the truth about her own past life, instead of trying to cover it up.)
Yet another time-tested way to attract boys is to wear something
called Ôhot pants.Õ Yep, thatÕs what theyÕre called. Your mom probably
wore these too. They are very, very short shorts that you wear bare-
legged, just like your miniskirt. Generally you wear them with high heels,
or boots. Remember that itÕs important that your ass hang out the back of
your Ôhot pants.Õ Otherwise, theyÕre ordinary shorts, and not hot pants. So
cut them very, very short, and watch your bottom attract boys like flies.
ÒAsk Anything (pg. 44)Ó attempts to answer girlsÕ questions about
their lives. For instance:
Question: ÒI suck my thumb! IÕm 16. How can I quit my secret
habit?Ó
You would think the feminists at ÔYoung and ModernÕ would answer,
ÒDonÕt worry. Whatever you want to do, as a young woman, is fine and
dandy.Ó You know, Ôwoman powerÕ and all that. But no, the advice lady,
Stephanie Dogoff, actually gives advice to this girl on how to QUIT sucking
her thumb!
Girls, let me tell you something. There is nothing wrong with
sucking your thumb. Right next to my computer I have a photo. ItÕs from
the July 1979 issue of Playboy. ItÕs of Playboy Playmate Dorothy Mays. Do
you know what sheÕs doing in this photo? SheÕs sucking her thumb. This
photo has sat right next to my computer for over a year, all because I so
love looking at Dorothy sucking her thumb.
Do you know how much I had to pay to get hold of this photo of
Dorothy sucking her thumb? $40.00! This for a magazine that originally
sold for $2.00. What do you think this issue of Playboy is worth today?
Not $40.00. No, no. That was a year ago, that it was worth $40.00. Today,
in order to have this photo, you would have to shell out $75.00.
See for yourself in the Winter 1998 issue of the Playboy catalog, by
calling 1-800-423-9494. ItÕs listed on page 32 and itÕs item number:
DGBI7907.
Thumb sucking is popular, girls. Do you think guys would be paying
$75.00 to see a girl suck her thumb if it wasnÕt? But, if for some reason
you donÕt want to suck your thumb, thereÕs a quick and easy solution. Go
on the Internet and post this message: I SUCK. Leave your phone number.
Leave your name too, so guys know youÕre a girl. Believe me, tons of guys
will call you! See, as a girl, youÕre not supposed to quit sucking your
thumb. YouÕre supposed to *graduate* to sucking something much more
fun than a thumb. ItÕs something us guys carry around with us all the
time, just so you can suck it. IsnÕt that nice of us? Every guy in the world
is waiting to help you graduate from your thumb-sucking habit, by giving
you something more fun to suck. Something that he lugs with him
wherever he goes! IsnÕt that nice of us? And the feminists claim us guys
arenÕt considerate...
Well, that wraps up my review of ym! It was a pretty yummy issue,
what with a photo of a girl in a pink sweater sucking her thumb (pg. 44).
But there were way too many pictures of guys in this issue. However if
youÕre gay, or a girl, or need advice and canÕt reach me, itÕs a pretty okay
magazine for you to buy. I recommend it. And donÕt forget to think of me
when you look at the cover, okay girls? (And no using my photo for a
dartboard!)
AND IN THE END...
ÒI became popular with guys and we used to do a lot of partying.
A *lot* of partying.Ó
- Dorothy Mays, Playboy, July 1979, pgs. 120-121.
(see what happens when you suck your thumb, girls? -h.j.)
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