Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 42
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Two
"Come on, you two, rub those dicks together like you were doing
before," Roger said.
"I might come," Jake said lamely.
CRAAAK! This time the whip did not hit the floor. Jake let out a
howl as a bright red streak formed across his buttocks.
"You will obey your friend Jane here," Roger said. "She has asked me
to entertain you and until she says otherwise I shall. Right, Jane?" the
man lightly struck Jane's bottom and she jerked her hips forward.
"Right," Jane exclaimed, exhaling. "Just not too hard."
"Of course," the man said. "Your wish is my command. One must be
brought to the whip in stages. We cannot accomplish everything the first
night."
"And how about you, young man?" Roger gave a stout crack across
Mike's bottom. "Was it your idea to break into my apartment? You're lucky
I found you with two beautiful women or you would be in for more than a
red bottom!"
"YÑyes, sir," Mike said, not knowing why.
"Ah, so you wish to protect the tender bottom of your newfound
friend, do you?" Roger asked Lori.
"No, daddy!" Lori said, a trace of fear in her voice. Mike wondered if
that was a term of affection that the man insisted on or whether it in fact
stated a relationship that really existed. Roger flicked the whip against
Lori's bottom.
"Grew up without a father, did you, little girl? My how you young
things long for the spankings you never had. And the birchings and
whippings that you would have had but for Doctor Spock. Fix us some
drinks, girl, that we may be refreshed after our little foray into
perversion here." Lori scampered off and Alison made to follow.
CRAAAK! Roger admonished Alison's intentions with a quick stroke
of the lash.
"So you wish to be my daughter too, eh?" Roger asked. Tears welled
up in Alison's eyes and she bent her head down. Dutifully she kept
massaging Jane's breasts, however, fearing additonal stikes by the lash if
she did not.
Roger ignored her crying and returned to Jake. He looked over his
shoulder and bit his lip as Roger eyed his thrusting buttocks. Roger
clenched his cheeks and the whip bit hard.
"Eeeyow!" Roger yelled. "God dammit you hit too fucking hard!"
"I shall not draw blood, or create a weal," Roger said simply. "You're
just a sissy, that's all." Roger struck him twice more for good measure.
"Daddy, what drink shall we have?" Lori asked from the bar.
"Fucking harlot!" Roger shouted, and stuck the floor. "The usual is
what I'll have!" He thought to himself for the most fleeting of moments
and then added: "You'll have to ask these kind folks what their undoing
will be."
Roger continued his rounds with the lash, talking to each person as
he went and spurring them on with the slim length of leather. Alison
continued to sob, but did not move from her appointed position, her hands
continuing to bring pleasure to Jane's breasts as Jane rubbed her in turn.
Lori, still in her high heels, which she seemed not entirely steady in,
appeared at Jake's side wearing an apron about her waist and a little
maid's hat atop her head. The apron was quite small, and the lower fringe
of her pubic hair curled out just beneath its hem. Lori held a little pad,
and as Roger continued his work she took down the requirements of each
guest, offering them a selection of sandwhiches in addition to their
beverage. Alison asked for water, but received a swift crack on her
bottom and instructions to order something more appropriate. Lori herself
did not escape unscathed from Roger's whip in taking down the orders,
though she committed no mistake in writing them.
Finally Roger complained that his arm was becoming tired, and Mike
and Jake let out a groan of relief. They separated from each other and the
girls, even withdrawing their pleasantly ensconced fingers from the girl's
bottoms, where they had received not a few lashes on their wrists.
Jane caught up Alison in her arms. The girl was still weeping.
"Poor baby," Jane said soothingly, gently massaging Alison's bottom
with her creamy hand. The cream was mostly dry now but it felt cool
against Alison's skin. "Your bottom is bright pink to match your
embarrassed cheeks now," Jane said brightly.
Chapter Three
Lori, still the errant child, was halfway through mixing up the
requisite drinks when she was taken with the idea of peeking through the
curtains. Perhaps her ears had picked up a male voice outside, perhaps
she was just exercising the ever unpredictable curiosity of a juvenile. In
any event, Roger spotted her leaning forward, tits dangling and small
bottom thrust out, as she let out a gasp. Quickly she put her hand to her
mouth, but it was too late.
"What are you up to now?" Roger asked Lori hotly.
"Nothing daddy," Lori lied.
"You saw something out there, didn't you?" Roger said. "Or rather, I
think, it was some one."
"No, really, daddy," Lori said.
Jane came up behind Roger. Her hand reached around his waist and
lightly stroked his stiff penis.
"Mmmm." Jane said seductively. "Let's sit down. I want to play with
your thing."
"No." Roger said. He pulled himself away from her.
"I was just looking out at the stars, daddy," Lori pleaded. Through
the night air a man called to his dog.
"I thought so," Roger said. He walked up to Lori and seized her arm.
He briskly walked the young girl over to a couch. Lori tripped on her heels
as she went.
"No daddy, no! Please!" Lori said. Roger planted himself in the couch
and threw Lori over his knees. He raised his hand to strike her bare
bottom.
Jane appeared at Roger's side and took hold of his upraised hand. "I
want you to save her bottom for me," Jane said.
Roger looked up at Jane without speaking. Lori quivered as she lay
over his knees. Although her bottom had received a nick or two from
Roger's lash as she took down everyone's orders, those little strikes had
only produced one or two tiny pink dots on her creamy hinds. She lay over
Roger's knees with her still unblemished bottom, upturned like her face
but not pouting like her lips were. Lori touched a well polished nail to her
lips as her eyes above looked for all the world like twin pools of deep blue
water. There was apprehension in them.
"Hey, there's a really cute guy outside!" Alison, who had walked over
to the window, said. Her fingers had pulled the curtain back just far
enough to give her a view without exposing too much of her nude body.
"Cuter than me?" Jake asked. He came up behind Alison. His fingers
touched her nipples and swirled around them. His rampant penis
impressed itself into the crevice of her bottom.
"As cute as you," Alison said matter-of-factly.
"Look daddy, you know you like to save yourself," Lori was saying as
she perched uneasily atop Roger's knees. "That means there are
effectively three girls and two boys."
"And you want to even the score, eh? Well, I have a mind to just sit
her and whack you all night you little hussy!" Roger roared. He attempted
to pull his palm from Jane's grip but she held it fast.
"Is this a game you two play?" Jane asked.
"Yes, and you're welcome to participate," Roger said. "By putting
your own bottom over my knees after I finish with Lori here."
By this time Alison was waving to the man on the beach, a look of
delight on her face that was not entirely due to his presence. The man had
sensed someone was watching him, and had looked up and spotted Alison.
One of Alison's breasts, still being teased by Jake, slipped into view
between the parted curtains. The man had difficulty in the gathering dusk
making out exactly what he was seeing, but his general guess hit the mark.
The man reluctantly made to walk on when Alison cupped her hand and
waved it toward herself to indicate he should come up.
Meanwhile Roger was still sitting on the couch with Lori poised atop
his knees, but Jane had knelt down onto the couch beside him and was
engaging him in a very long, very thorough French kiss. Mike walked up
behind the coupling couple with an open jar of cream and placed one of his
knees on the couch. As Jane's bottom undulated gently before him he
dipped his fingers into the cream and began re-lacquering his dick.
By this time the young beachcomber outside had ascended the
apartment's winding staircase to it's second story porch. (There was
another apartment, owned by someone else, underneath.) The man's dog
followed him. Alison opened the curtain and then the window. She placed
her elbows on the windowsill and let her creamed breasts dangle naked in
the open air. Jake, whom she had scolded aside, stood next to her out of
view and lightly pinched her bottom.
"Hi! What's your name?" Alison cheerily enquired of the
beachcomber.
"Jason," the young man replied. His bleached, sandy curls rustled
slightly in a passing evening breeze. He was built like a seasoned
weightlifter, and his penis, bulging in his shorts, threatened to exceed
even Jake's in size.
"We're having a party and I'm engaged, but my fiancee said you could
come in if you wanted," Alison said perkily.
"That's a lie," Jake said from the shadows. His unshaven face
suddenly appeared in the window. "Don't believe a thing she tells you."
"Sure, man," the beachcomber said.
"Wait!" a female voice cried from the shadows. Jane separated
herself from Roger and pushed back Mike, who had just penetrated her anal
sphincter with half of the head of his penis. Jane disconnected her bottom
from Mike's member and padded over to the open window.
"Hi!" Jane said to the beachcomber, who at Alison's insistence had
just said that his name was Peter. Jane squeezed her own body into the
open space of the window beside Alison and the two girls stood there, side
by side, their creamed and creamy bosoms jiggling. "We should invite him
in, don't you think, Alison?"
"Yes!" the blonde cried. "After all, we're not married yet." The two
girls were obviously excited at the opportunity to show off their charms
to a man who might or might not be permitted anything more than a
longing look.
"What's come over you two?" Jake asked of the two girls, taking each
of their heads in one of his hands. Normally such a development would
have pissed him off in a major way, but the tautness of his testicles
prevented him from thinking of little else than the two nude girls in front
of him. He had already shared his future wife with his friend Mike, and in
fact she was wedded to him for the night. It was Jane that Jake really
wanted, but he knew he would only succeed with the older girl if he
acceded to some of her exhibitionistic impulses.
YOUNG AGAIN, FOR $3.95
by holy joe
PlayboyÕs Pocket Playmates, Vol. 1, No. 3, $3.95
Review: Recently I got a job. ItÕs a part-time job, for MTV. I have
to go around neighborhoods and knock on doors after school and find out
how many people like Bush. I go up to a house, knock on the door, and ask:
ÒExcuse me, do you have any Bush in the house?Ó And the girls, who are
usually MTV-age (if not younger) often say, ÒYes I do,Ó or ÒNot yet, come
back in a year or so,Ó or ÒI donÕt know, let me check...Ó Also, I have to poll
for Hole. This is easier, as all the girls do say they have Hole, but I am
wondering if the results arenÕt flawed somehow...
Oh, well, as a mere employee it is not for me to question my
employer. Next week I will be going around asking about ÒButthole.Ó The
band used to be called ÒButthole Surfers,Ó but they decided to modernize
by shortening their name. This is the MTV era, you know. People today
have short attention spans.
After work today, I decided to stop off at my local bookstore for the
latest issue of Popular Mechanics. But the magazines are arranged
alphabetically, and Playboy comes right before Popular Mechanics. As a
result, I have not seen an issue of Popular Mechanics since 1968. But
recently, I have been getting sick of Playboy. Most of the issues are
pretty boring. So I had high hopes of finally getting to read Popular
Mechanics. I assumed I was getting old, getting Ôpast my prime,Õ and
would soon be wearing overalls and sitting all day in a garage workshop,
planing wood instead of being afflicted with it. But when I picked up this
new Pocket Playmates (just in case IÕd be interested), I was astounded! I
did shoot off in the bookstore today, and I had diarrhea too, which made it
very difficult for the people behind me while I was waiting in line to buy.
(Especially since they were having a big sale today, on childrenÕs books.)
These are photos from the Good Ole Days, when Playboy actually
knew how to photograph a girl. What a luscious bunch of photos are in this
little book! Beautiful girls, posed and photographed in very interesting
and erotic ways. So I guess I must not be getting old. Instead, it is the
Playboy Company that has gotten old. But take a look at this issue for
yourself and see what you think. I am of the opinion that these are some
of the most glorious photos that Playboy has ever put out. Am I just
nostalgic for those long lost girls of my halcyon youth, from an era long
past, the 1970Õs? Am I just remembering my de facto girlfriends from
that era, in issues I was too young, too scared, or too poor to buy or (if I
did buy the issues) too stupid to save unto the present day?
I cannot really make up my mind on this. You will have to decide for
yourself. But, to me, except for a handful of Newsstand Specials that
Playboy put out last summer and fall, this is the only booklet of worth
that Playboy has issued in many, many years, with the possible exception
of the ÒStrippers Next DoorÓ issue they put out this Spring.
Beware, though! Kym MalinÕs photo (age 12... I mean, page 12) has
mild ÒmanufacturerÕs damageÓ across her pussy. (A red blotch.) So make
sure you get a copy that doesnÕt have manufacturerÕs damage. There are
some available.
Decide for yourself: post your reply in alt.sex.stories. HereÕs how to
vote:
ME TOO! Add me to your list of people who think PlayboyÕs Pocket
Playmates No. 3 is the greatest collection of girls (and photo skills) ever!
or
ME TOO! I think Holy Joe should be sent to Pervertville (in
Washington state) for even wondering what females look like, especially
such young and lovely females as these!
By the way, where is PlayboyÕs College Girls? According to the most
recent issue of PlayboyÕs Lingerie, that is the next issue that was due to
be released. Now, personally, I have no interest in college girls (take that
as you wish) but I was wondering...
Also, since I am a reviewer, why am I not getting any of these
magazines in advance, for free? I mean, if you send it, IÕll jack off over
it, fair enough? (Oh yeah, and review it too.) Now this offer is only
intended for the likes of Playboy and Penthouse. Magazines, videos,
special issues, whatever you got, we here at holy joe headquarters will
look at it. (Again and again!) Also, if you are wondering what other photos
from the past to print, just send them to me. You donÕt even have to pay
me. I will drudge through all those photos from the olden days and pick
out the very best ones, o.k.? IÕll make real sure not to get any semen
stains on Ôem, either. I know how that can Ôkill the feelingÕ for all the
non-gay readers.
If I may make a suggestion: the PlayboyÕs Pocket Playmate photos
are just (Òthis is the girlÓ) type photos. But there are many, many other
very great photos from those olden days. (Not just the frontal or rear
nudity shots, but what we might call Òaction shots,Ó for lack of a better
word.) Well, these photos should be published too. (Presumably in a full-
sized format.) LetÕs see more of those great photos from the 70Õs! It sure
beats most of the crap on the newsstand today.
FEMINIST ATTACK CONTINUES!
Will NND Survive?
t9652448@minyos.its.rmit.EDU.AU (Barbara Anne Kerr) writes: ÒYou
left out a few obvious ones, like:
E) You are a boring git who simply rehashes stuff he has read in _Hustler_
F) You are most likely a virgin and likely to remain so indefinitely
G) Doesn't it hurt having your hand Tarzan's Gripped to your weiner?
H) You have the erotic potential of a dead puffer fish. Please fuck off to
Ôalt.sex.boring-pornographersÕ or wherever.Ó
Xalapeno writes (in part): Òit's people like you that gum up this
newsgroup.Ó
(DonÕt worry, dear reader! We here at holy joe headquarters have
filled up lots and lots of sandbags to withstand this attack. We didnÕt
have any sand or bags, but we do have lots of old porno mags, which work
almost as well. We are standing by, hands on our Ôweapons,Õ (so to speak),
and ready for action! (RollerÕs rubbing himself already!) - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
EXON LIKES THIS EVEN BETTER THAN CANING
ÒIn Singapore... ÔCybercafesÕ providing computers for customers to
use the Internet will have to install filter software such as ÔNet NannyÕ or
ÔSurfWatch.Õ ...Organisations posting political or religious information on
to the World Wide Web will need to register with the broadcasting
authority. ...China has already gone a step further than Singapore,
requiring all Internet users as well as providers to register.Ó - The
Economist, March 16, 1996, pg. 43.
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