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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 332
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
ÒItÕs my pool, and you canÕt cum in it if I say so,Ó Miriam insisted.
ÒJust pee. Show us how much you drank. I saw you drinking, now pee it
out like youÕre supposed to!Ó
The man rolled his eyes. He looked at himself, his quivering dick. It
was huge and dry, suspended above the water, yet with pre-cum leaking
from its tip. Suddenly, as if in a burst of virility, the manÕs pee sprouted
from his cockhead. It arched in a lovely stream across the water and
landed between his legs, out by his knees. I watched in fascination as he
peed relentlessly, for what seemed like a whole minute. The whole room
was silent. All eyes were fixed on his glorious cock, and all that could be
heard was the sound of his urine.
And then he was done. The stream died and we were left just
looking, watching his pee slit, as if more would come. But it didnÕt.
Except for a little drop or two, nothing more came. He rose. He was wet
from the waist down and he seemed enraged by the spectacle heÕd made of
himself, as if only a good, immediate fuck would allay his anger.
Miriam reached for him and caught his wrist. He was big and
brawny, but her little hand twisted at his wrist as if he could be
controlled like a small child. She guided him as he came down the steps
from the pool. And she managed to put him back into the crowd. I stood
amazed at her power. Would I ever control big men like that someday?
Miriam called the next man forward. He sauntered up to the edge of the
pool and casually stuck his dick over its edge.
ÒThis is stupid,Ó the man said. He aimed his dick and stood ready to
fire.
Miriam slapped his ass. ÒGet in, you bad boy! IÕm not about to have
you pee in my pond like a menÕs urinal!Ó she scolded him. He jerked a little
as she slapped him. He was so big and strong that even a good hearty slap
like sheÕd given him barely annoyed him. His dick waggled. His big balls
jiggled between his thighs. Seeing that honey would have to be used, since
vinegar had proven quite useless, Miriam kissed his shoulderblade. ÒPlus,
you need to chill your balls down,Ó she said admiringly. I saw her hand
disappear between his legs. He jerked, more responsively this time, as
she gave his balls a prying squeeze with her fingers.
Up the steps the man went. His cock and balls bounced like obscene
Christmas decorations on the front of his body. He seemed weighed down
by them, as if they were foreign objects stuck on by naughty elves to make
him look ridiculous. I was still young enough that seeing a man, with all
his equipment displayed, looked odd to me. What WAS all that stuff? A
huge thingy sticking out in front, with absolutely noplace for him to put
it, and giant balls hanging down like ripe fruit, except they had hair all
over them!
The man stepped into the pool. He slushed his way across the stone
seat and dropped his wet feet down into the depths. The water came up
almost to the tops of his calves. He plopped his bottom down. Sitting on
the hard stone seat, shivering a little at the waterÕs chilliness, he showed
us his cock. He had a rainspout one just like the other man had, big and
wide and long and totally hard. He eyed us, then smiled and let loose his
pee.
I heard myself screaming. Jennifer screamed too. It was so
awesome! HeÕd found OUR eyes before peeing, looked right at us! He peed
for us and we watched him breathlessly. I gasped when his pee stream
stopped. IÕd gone without air for at least a minute, so amazed was I by it
all, watching him, he watching me.
The man obviously wanted to cum but peeing was all that Miriam
would permit. He stood up and climbed back onto the seat, not minding at
all, IÕm sure, the fact that he showed us his hairy ass and his ass crack as
he mounted the seat. He swaggered to the poolÕs edge and then came down
the stone steps.
Miriam called the next man forth. Our hero, the one whoÕd found
Jennifer and me in the crowd, waded through the people and came up to
speak to us. His girlfriend, intercepting him, clung to his arm. She was
20ish, with shoulder-length blonde hair that sheÕd permed into a cluster
of cascading curls. She shook her hair back and eyed us with catÕs eyes;
wanton, unremorseful. I felt like a little canary under her gaze.
ÒLetÕs fuck,Ó the man said to me. His words were blunt and direct.
He placed his hands on my hips, eyeing Jennifer as he spoke to me. His
thing stuck itself in my belly button. I was shorter than he was.
ÒWe want to party first,Ó Jennifer said quietly. Her voice was meek,
like that of a schoolgirl who hopes to be overruled by her teacher.
ÒA quick fuck wouldnÕt hurt anything darling,Ó the manÕs female
lover chimed in. ÒIt wouldnÕt take very long and it would make you calmer
for the party.Ó
Jennifer looked at me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to. Did she
need permission? Did she think her mom would appear and write her a
permission slip?
ÒThat bra youÕre wearing. DonÕt those metal zippers scrape your
bosoms?Ó the manÕs lover asked. I learned later her name was Colette.
ÒA-A little,Ó Jennifer replied. ColetteÕs fingertips touched
JenniferÕs breasts. She hefted the cones and slipped her fingers
protectively between the open zipper halves and JenniferÕs bosoms. Then,
removing her fingers, Colette reached around behind Jennifer and
unsnapped her bra. Carefully, so as not to scrape her nipples, Colette
lifted off JenniferÕs bra.
ÒCome,Ó Colette urged. She reached for JenniferÕs hand. Together
they headed for a private bedroom. ColetteÕs lover, whom I learned later
was named John, turned me around. With my bottom bare, he made me
walk in front of him, his eyes pasted to my ass and his cock bobbing
behind me like a snake, ready to bite.
We stepped into a hallway. Colette led Jennifer to a door and they
peeked inside. ÒOoops! ItÕs a study,Ó Colette sighed. She closed the door
and we went on down the hall to the next room. It proved to be the
kitchen. The next room, however, contained a bed, and we slipped inside.
Colette closed the door and locked it.
ÒGet on the bed,Ó Colette said in a no-nonsense voice to Jennifer. My
friend went to the bed, and turned down its covers. I could see she was
scared. Her knees were quivering and almost knocking together with her
fear. But at the same time her ass was gyrating in the most alluring little
circles, all hot and bothered and eager.
ÒGet in!Ó Colette said, and slapped JenniferÕs ass. Jennifer yelped.
She crawled up into the bed and immediately lay down and pulled the
covers over her. Colette, having none of that, pulled the covers back down.
ÒLet me see those fairy-tale bosoms of yours,Ó Colette said hotly. She
grabbed JenniferÕs bosoms and squeezed them brutally. She lowered her
face to them and bit at one of JenniferÕs nipples.
ÒOhch!Ó Jennifer cried. Her eyes gaped wide as Colette snapped at
each of her hard, upstanding nipples. The woman showed little
appreciation now. She pried at JenniferÕs nipples with her teeth as if they
were bottlecaps that had to be yanked off of bottles.
John tugged at the drawstring that held up my bra. It was tied in a
neat bow upon my back. I clapped my hands to my breasts to save myself
but I felt the drawstring on my back unravel under JohnÕs fingers. He put a
palm to the back of my head and bent my head forward and loosed the
drawstring that hid under my hair at the back of my neck.
I found myself holding my bra. Clasping it to my breasts, all its
strings undone. It was my last morsel of modesty and I didnÕt want to
lose it. I stared at John with wide, frightened eyes. His face was
implacable. He showed no feeling whatever, just an iron will. It seemed
to concentrate itself in his eyes and in his penis. Both looked hard as
steel. They demanded my complete obedience. Wildly I turned to Jennifer
for help. But she was on her back on the bed, suffering already, Colette
biting at her tits as if they were Christmas sweetmeats.
ÒBend over,Ó John said to me. He didnÕt exactly give me a choice. I
found my view of JenniferÕs plight interrupted as he shoved me forward to
the bed and, banging my thighs against it, made me bend over until my face
was in the rumpled covers. I still held my bra to myself. I felt him pry
my thighs apart. His cockhead stabbed at my moist cunny. He pierced it.
ÒGod, youÕre tight!Ó John said regretfully. I felt his shaft try to
enter me. I seemed to close upon him and he could not get himself up me.
He reached round and palmed me between my legs, quite roughly, as if
manhandling me upon my spot would excite me enough to force me to open
myself to him. Realizing that IÕd saved my bra only to lose my cunny, I let
go of it. I was in very hot water now. I had a man I didnÕt even know
shoving his cock up my cunt. I fingered the covers of the bed and wondered
what I could do. Was this the fate of all women? To meet a male and be
bent over by him and forced, yes forced, to take him? It did no good asking
permission in the end, did it? A girl did not want to be asked for
permission. She wanted to meet her match, and to be outdone. I was
undone, I realized, as my foe found me wet and ready. Slick within, my
tightness could not save me from him for long. He shoved within me and
felt me resist. But, at the same time, a new juicing of desire moistened
within me and made the part of his cock that was in me all wet. I sensed I
would lose our little battle and, enjoying my tightness now, he sensed I
would lose it too. We communicated with our loins. Our faces couldnÕt
see each other but our private parts touched, felt each other,
communicated in tremors and in sprinklings of wetness.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Jennifer meanwhile cried. Turning my head just a
little, afraid for my friend even as much as I was for myself, I saw
Colette reach under the pillow at JenniferÕs head. She drew out a length
of silk rope. It was white. I guessed that Miriam must have secreted it
there, for partiers to use at their leisure.
MAPPLETHORPE
by Kenneth Pobo
CincinattiÕs
all wrong
itÕs rather
obvious
when a man
has a bullwhip
up his butt rather
obvious
when a man pisses
on another man
why go
boombah over
the obvious
itÕs his
flowers
that are so goddamned
HOT his pop
up touchable
hardon flowers
COMIC REVIEWS
by holy joe
Iniquitous Funnies, No. 21, 25 cents. Minicomic. White, 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: I still remember in junior high when we saw a film on
native peoples in a faraway foreign land. In the film young boys, to
prove their manhood, each tied a single vine to their ankle. Then, en
masse, they jumped off a cliff. They spiralled head first down to the
base of the cliff where, by just inches, they avoided slamming their
heads into the ground. By luck, at least in most cases, the vine tied to
their ankle caught them just in time, giving them a bone-jarring pull
back toward the top of the cliff. We all thought this was the stupidest
thing we had ever seen people do.
You can imagine my surprise, then, when an activity heretofore
confined to dumb native people in a faraway land showed up in the
United States as the popular hobby of Ôbungee jumping.Õ And the same
goes for piercing. I still remember when one would look with revulsion
at dumb Africans who pierced themselves. Suddenly, ÔnormalÕ white
people in America started doing this. Even pretty white girls started
doing this, a group one would think would have the good sense not to
disfigure themselves.
Brian Kirk explores the subject of piercing in his latest issue of
Iniquitous Funnies. (Hope I spelled that right!) And, for once, I began to
get a glimmer of piercingÕs appeal. The main character, Asinine Head,
goes to a piercing studio. There, he sees all sorts of little baubles, all
of which are designed to be affixed, through piercing, to the human
body. I suppose it is the allure of these baubles that makes piercing
attractive. They are rather fun to look at, laid out on page four of this
comic. In fact, Asinine Head himself enjoys looking at them so much,
that he decides to get them all. (ThatÕs why heÕs known as ÔAsinine
Head.Õ)
Unfortunately for Asinine Head, he gets pierced just as this ill-
conceived trend is going out of fashion. IÕm glad to see that it is. For
those of you who are wondering, should I get pierced? Will it add to my
beauty? HereÕs holy joeÕs take on the subject:
(Note: IÕm only rating female body parts here. I couldnÕt care less
if guys get themselves pierced.)
Eyebrow piercing: Stupid. It adds absolutely nothing to your
erotic potential.
Nose piercing: Even stupider. Even the little Ôstud through the
nostrilÕ type of piercing looks totally unsexy to me.
Lip piercing: Dumb.
Tongue piercing: There is some erotic potential here, but
remember that this is a rather important part of the body youÕre fooling
with. What if you want to be a newscaster someday?
Nipple piercing: I wouldnÕt recommend it. Use nipple clamps if
you want to play with your nipples. Rings, permanently embedded, are
likely to give you a two-dollar whore image instead of an erotic one.
Navel piercing: There is some erotic potential here. Still, IÕd say
itÕs about 50/50. On the one hand, the tummy is the surface of the
female womb, and a small, discreet jewel implanted there is a way of
saying, ÔI might be available for your penis to pierce me.Õ On the other
hand, a bare belly with a sweet, dimpled navel is highly erotic in itself.
Anything implanted in the navel covers it up.
Cunt piercing: There is some erotic potential here. But, really,
when you see a porno magazine, and the lady has rings through her
sexual organs, it adds nothing to the sexiness of the photo. I would say
that cunt piercing is best left to the realm of fiction. Fun to read
about, but not to actually see or do in real life. If you want to be sexy,
buy a Ôbutt baubleÕ and stick it up your rear end. When youÕre done
playing, you can pull it out. (IÕm not quite sure how a Ôbutt baubleÕ is
attached, but I think itÕs done without the use of a needle.)
So, there you have it. In my opinion, only the tongue, the belly,
and the cunt are sexually enticing places for a female to be pierced.
And, in each case, there is a substitute which could be used instead.
Consider this: Why pierce your tongue when you can simply place a
metal clip on it? LetÕs say, for instance, that your boyfriend attaches a
metal clip to your tongue. Then he attaches a dog leash to the clip.
Then he leads you around all night, like a dog, by your tongue. ThatÕs
quite sexy. When you get bored, you can simply take the clip off. The
same goes for your nipples. You can be clipped and lead around by one
or more Ôtittie leashesÕ. IÕd play sex games that way many times, if I
were a girl, before IÕd agree to actually get pierced through my tongue
or nipples.
ThereÕs no real way to attach a clip to your belly button.
However, in Anne RiceÕs Sleeping Beauty, Beauty has a gem pasted into
her belly button. Presumably, when her lover tires of seeing her that
way, he simply pulls the gem out. That, to me, seems a more than
adequate substitute.
As for the cunt, I assume a small clip could be placed on whatever
part of your cunt you want to decorate. Which brings up another point:
cunt shaving. There is no need to do this, in my opinion. Right now IÕm
looking at Playboy Playmate Dorothy MaysÕ unshaved cunt, and it looks
great. It looks natural! The shaved cunt can look rather like something
out of ÔAliens,Õ waiting to swallow a man up. At most you might want
to trim your cunt hair a little, but only if you get too bushy. Otherwise,
IÕd say, leave it alone. (Of course, us guys are always happy to see you
make a show of combing, brushing, washing, and blow drying your bush.)
(Not to mention having a girlfriend lick it for you!)
AND IN THE END...
ÒThe Spice Girls, sold as a group of sassy young girls in charge of
their own destiny -- their slogan is Ôgirl powerÕ -- were in fact
dreamed up and promoted by middle-aged men.Ó
- The Economist, December 20, 1997, pg. 77.
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