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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 331
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
ÒDonÕt be afraid of showing your bottom,Ó Sharon said to me. She
bent and pushed my panties down my calves. I stood, my hands on my
tummy, watching. I dared not clap my hands to my ass, to cover myself,
though I desperately wanted to.
I stepped out of my panties. I bent down and picked them up. I didnÕt
want to lose them, not in front of all these lusty males! (Not to mention
the females.) I turned, wondering who theyÕd be safe with, and finally
settled on Katy. Sharon wanted them, I think, but I pressed them into
KatyÕs hand with hope brimming in my eyes that IÕd get them back. She
smiled, said nothing. Nobody asked me to take off my heels.
ÒDrink a little more first,Ó Sharon said to me. She put a drink in my
hand. Feeling ridiculous, wearing just my bra, plus my open-toed pumps,
my earrings, and collar, I sipped the drink. It was champagne. ÒYouÕll feel
the whip a little less, hopefully, and pee more!Ó Sharon laughed. She had a
bubbly laugh that made you want to laugh with her. But I was too anxious
to laugh. Looking around me again, realizing I had no choice but to do as
they said, I stepped up the steps to the lip of the pool. It looked like it
could be used as a fountain, spurting water up from its middle, but the
fountain part was turned off. I hoped nobody turned it on while I was
using it to pee in!
I stepped into the pool, still wearing my heels. It was cool, almost
cold. I stepped on the submerged stone ledge. No more than half an inch of
water covered its surface. Daintily, worriedly, I put myself out on the
ledge. Its surface was smooth but not slippery. I knelt. I crawled with
my bottom suspended, spider like, across the bit of ledge and stepped
gently down into the basin of the pool. Then I sat down. My ass felt the
chill of the water.
With my bottom resting on the ledge and my heels plunged deep in
the pool, I looked down at myself and spread my thighs. I ran my fingers
along them, gazing at my pussy over the neatly-brassiered breasts of my
still modest bosom. My pussy lips cherished the coolness of the water. I
half expected them to release a cloud of steam.
I just had one problem. I couldnÕt release my pee! I guess I felt
pent-up. Who wouldnÕt? A dozen eyes stared at my half submerged nest,
waiting, watching my face, for it would tell the tale more than my pussy.
Sharon passed me my glass again. ÒDrink. It will help you go,Ó she
advised me. I sipped champagne. ÒNow piss!Ó she urged me. ÒJust do it!Ó
Drinking, listening as the guests spoke in hushed voices, I watched
the surface of the pool. And suddenly I realized IÕd begun to pee! Within
my cunny lips I felt a release, a spurting of fluid, an offering to the pool.
I peed and peed and peed, and looked happily up at the eyes around me as I
gasped out my relief at being able at last to empty my bladder.
ÒThankyou,Ó I said to Sharon. The final drink of champagne had done
the trick. IÕd never have tried it, or thought of it. I drank down the rest of
my glassful, enjoying the feeling of swallowing even as I peed. Then I
stood up.
ÒDonÕt you want to cool your bottom some more? YouÕll wish you
could, pretty soon!Ó Sharon laughed.
I stopped, considered. My finger touched my face contemplatively.
ÒOh get out, you silly girl!Ó Sharon sighed. She grasped one of my
hands and tugged. I rose up, acquiring a footing on the ledge again, and
passed over the lip of the pool and descended its steps.
ÒMay I please have my panties back?Ó I asked in a quavering voice.
Sharon smiled. Everyone smiled. Sharon slapped my fanny.
ÒWith an adorable bottom like that? Not on your life, honey,
especially since youÕve only got a limited time to show everyone how
pretty it is. Soon itÕll be marked, and youÕll be proud of it, IÕm sure, but it
wonÕt look like it does now! How white! How lovely!Ó KatyÕs two strokes
with the whip had faded away. The benefit of a pony whip, with a broad
lash.
Sharon pushed her fingertips into my back and walked me toward the
center of the room. ÒI want you to greet everybody and say ÔhelloÕ to
everyone before we get down to business!Ó she sighed. I wondered, as she
pushed me forward, whether she considered herself our hostess. But
Miriam said nothing, smiling as much as Sharon, and Sauron, my Master,
seemed amused by it all.
Bare ass naked, my cheeks still wet from the pool, I confronted the
few guests whoÕd remained behind to chit-chat. The others followed me,
laughing as my sweet rubbery cheeks jiggled atop my bare legs. I held my
drink like it was a life preserver.
ÒWell, hi! Did you have a nice pee?Ó A brunette woman asked me.
She was MiriamÕs age. Later I learned her name was Sandy. At the
moment I just stood speechless in front of her, thankful for my bra but
without my undies, Sharon at my back watching the drips from my ass as
they ran down my thighs and my calves. I looked like IÕd wet myself, dry
from the pussy up, but wet from my crotch to my toes. ÒKaty says you had
to go pretty badly,Ó Sandy said, with a smiling nod at my Master and his
housekeeper.
ÒTell us how badly you had to go,Ó the man with Sandy said. I balked.
I looked with wide eyes at his trousers and saw they were noticeably
ridged in the crotch.
ÒWell just enjoy yourself,Ó Sandy said to me, seeing I was too
speechless to talk. ÒI hope IÕm the lucky one who gets to eat your pussy!Ó
I stumbled about the room, Sandy introducing me to each of the
guests in turn. Several of the men held whips or riding crops, as if
waiting to use them. I shivered as I met them, gulping and finally
beginning to speak again. Just my name at first but then, as the ice broke
and I felt more comfortable, little bits about myself. What school I went
to, and what beach I liked to play at. I was in over my head and I knew it,
but I felt moist within my cunny lips still, long after my legs dried.
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One by one guests took their turn in the pee pool. A lot of the girls
went before the guys felt the need. It was strange, watching, seeing a girl
pee, everyone looking at her as she did it. Of course, the water hid her
stream, but it still seemed obscene to me. As each girl peed she left her
panties on the floor by the pool. Nobody, I realized now, got to take off
their swimsuit and put it back on. Not indoors, where just ourselves
were, with nobody watching. Outside, in the garden perhaps, other rules
would prevail. But within the walls of the house we could do as we
pleased; provided of course, a girl didnÕt mind doing without her panties.
None of the girls seemed to miss their undies. Not Sharon, or Katy,
or Sandy. Slowly, the panties accumulated by the side of the pool, where
the steps led up to its lip. I held my drink as I watched each girl. Each
commented on how cold the water felt. And how grateful she was for a
chance to soak her butt in cool water before the whippings began.
As each girl smiled and palmed the water, testing it, sitting down in
it, speaking of her delight at a quick dip and pee before she was whipped, I
realized all this talk had to add up to something. IÕd hoped, in my naivete,
that everyone was just teasing. IÕd thought perhaps that they were all
trying to fool me. But each girl got out with the same bottom-quivering
look, clasping her hands beneath her chin, watching the others, feeling
herself watched, and accepted a drink with more anxiety than sheÕd
showed before getting into the pool.
I spied a girl no more than a year older than me and walked up to her.
SheÕd just peed a little while ago, and she was standing, fretfully, I
thought, by herself in a space on the floor. Most of the guests had moved
close to the pool to watch the first guy undress for his pee. I wanted to
watch, but figured I catch at a chance to talk to somebody normal.
ÒHi,Ó I whispered. She looked up at me. SheÕd been plying her soft
belly with her fingers.
ÒHi,Ó she blushed.
ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó I asked.
ÒI forgot my pill,Ó she said in a hushed voice.
ÒDo you think youÕll get pregnant?Ó I asked.
ÒDo you think weÕll get fucked?Ó she replied.
ÒI donÕt know. How did you get here?Ó I asked.
ÒI met...Ó I knew before she answered. A guy she couldnÕt resist. A
guy who promised to teach her and challenge her. And now here she was,
just like me, at this crazy party where everyone kept talking about getting
whipped.
ÒUnzip my bra,Ó she said to me. I looked surprised. ÒItÕs no use
fooling myself. ItÕs going to be unzipped sooner or later, by somebody. My
boyfriend... I mean, my Master, said I mustnÕt do it myself. Do it for me.Ó
Her words were hushed, urgent.
ÒOkay,Ó I replied. She seemed like a friend in need. I took hold of
the little zipper at the top of her bra cup, her right cup. I pulled down.
ÒCareful! My nippleÕs underneath!Ó she cautioned me.
ÒSorry!Ó I gasped. I pulled more slowly, and watched, mesmerized,
as the white skin of her flawless boob began to bulge through the
unzipping crack in her bra cup. She kept her eyes on my fingers, worried
she might get cut by the zipper. It passed over her nipple. Her teat sprang
out. I drew the nipple lower and her entire breast, or as much as could get
through the cracked open cup, protruded through. I did the other cup next.
ÒYou have nice nipples,Ó I said when I was finished.
ÒThanks,Ó she said, and blushed.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I asked.
ÒJennifer.Ó she paused. Her face blushed to a deeper hue. ÒAnd
whatever you say, donÕt say, Ôyou have nice fur, Jennifer.ÕÓ
I smiled. I looked down at her bush. It was as lovely and brown as
the hair that hung from her head. ÒOkay, I wonÕt,Ó I replied. ÒBut you do.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Jennifer said. She slipped her fingers within her thighs.
ÒDo you?Ó I wanted to ask but I couldnÕt.
ÒWhat?Ó she asked.
ÒNothing,Ó I answered.
She took my hand. ÒCum, letÕs go watch the men pee,Ó she urged.
ÒYes!Ó I said, relieved. For a moment I thought we would make love
to each other, and I didnÕt want that! We were just girlfriends, I promised
myself, as I walked hand in hand with her across the room. But, in that
moment, moist as a dewy morning between our thighs, weÕd almost been
more. We needed men. Badly. Even if they intended to whip us.
There were just enough people in the room that I wondered if my
mother might be amongst them. Not, you know, to party, but to find me. I
suppose boys have the same feelings, reading a porno magazine at the
mall, standing in front of Seventeen and Jack and Jill and wondering if
theyÕll find someone who knows them looking over their shoulder. ÔOh
hello, girl who I was hoping to ask out...just thought IÕd jerk off before I
came, uh, over to see you!Õ Or, worse, the boy would look at the porno
magazine, and then go call on the girl. And her little sister would answer.
ÔArenÕt you the guy I saw at the mall reading porno magazines?Õ sheÕd ask
him, and then, knowing it was, sheÕd break into giggles.
Well, amongst all my worries, I found myself wondering if my mom
might suddenly pop out of the crowd. ÔWhere are your panties?Õ sheÕd ask.
I still had my bra on. But IÕd have to look down, at my bush, and then tell
her guiltily, ÔThey made me take them off.Õ And when my eyes met hers
again sheÕd know, weÕd both know, that I was lying. That I was being
naughty. Maybe as far as the public was concerned, sheÕd claim I was
forced to strip, but as far as she I were concerned, sheÕd know it was me.
Here sheÕd tried her best to raise me, all by herself, and I was walking
around at a party showing everybody my bush!
I felt my face growing red. Jennifer squeezed my hand harder. I
think she had the same thoughts. Oh, we were too young to play these
games, yet here we were, and I sensed that neither of us was leaving.
WeÕd clasp each otherÕs hands and use that as our excuse for staying. I
looked at her breasts. Her leather bra cups were unzipped and her bosoms
hung out, full and firm and young, showing all she had, her nipple tips hard
and wanting. JenniferÕs belly shivered with each of her gasping breaths. I
saw her eyes catch sight, though the crowd, of a man peeing in the pool.
And I could almost feel her pussy lips growing wetter as she saw him.
Standing on tip toe, bobbing to the right so I could see through the
same opening sheÕd found, I saw the man. He looked like an ad for Calvin
Klein underwear, except heÕd taken his underwear off. He lowered his
hairy butt into the smooth water of the pool. Its glassy surface broke.
His enormous testicles, bulging with his seed, seemed as if they were the
first to find the seat of stone upon which he was to sit.
His ass splashed down. His legs spread in satisfaction. The water
was cold, but he seemed not to mind. His dick stuck up, spoutlike. It was
completely above the water, for his big balls, resting beneath it, kept it
elevated above the waterÕs rippling surface. But it would make water, in a
minute.
The man looked at his dick and raised a hand, as if to masturbate
himself.
ÒDonÕt touch!Ó Miriam, our hostess, said anxiously from the side of
the pool.
ÒHey, IÕm paying for this,Ó the man replied. I gulped a little gulp. I
know Jennifer did too. He was paying Miriam just like guys used to pay
Heidi Fleiss. To fuck. We were what he was paying for. Except, as slaves
of our masters, we wouldnÕt see any of the money.
COMIC REVIEW
by holy joe
Slip and Smitty, No, 5, 25 cents. Minicomic. Pink paper, 8 pages. Brian
Kirk, Moot Comics, 93 Sunapee Street, Springfield, MA 01108. e-mail:
mootcomics@aol.com web: http://www.the-spa.com/bear/moothome
Review: IÕve always found Slip and Smitty to be somewhat less
appealing than BrianÕs other titles. Asinine Head, in Ubiquitous Funnies, is
the best, since heÕs always making dumb decisions. Another humorous
character is Zipwad, formerly of Pissed Off Comics, now with a comic
bearing his name. Slip and Smitty rarely move beyond the realm of
slapstick. One hits the other, the other hits back. ItÕs ÔSpy vs. SpyÕ
without the costumes and gadgets.
In this issue, Smitty grows a hair on his head. A modestly humorous
conversation ensues between him and Slip. The comic ends with a play on
words. The characters are cute to look at, but the story is weak.
(How about two characters named ÔSlip and ShittyÕ? One guy shits a
lot, the other slips on it.)
Casual Conversation
by Bohdan Kot
her black-red lips
spoke to me in a
high French tone,
laughing, smiling at me,
filling my cold watery eyes
with lust.
x and y
by holy joe
x: SheÕs used.
y: Well, we prefer the term Ôpreviously owned.Õ
x: WhatÕs the mileage?
y: 22 guys and counting...
x: And now she likes me, right?
y: Oh, yes! She loves you!
x: And she has two kids she needs to feed, right?
y: Well, three actually... not counting the two abortions... but
they say love is blind!
x: I suppose it needs to be stupid too.
y: That always helps.
AND IN THE END...
ÒThose raising questions about the legitimacy of the regime are
using revolutionary loyalists to make their illegitimate demands
heard.Ó
- The Economist, January 3, 1998, pg. 46.
(Oops! Sorry about that. - h.j.)
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