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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 59
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Five
"Shall I ring it again ma'am?" Kimberly asked with bright eyes.
"No dear," Gwendolyn said, putting a hand softly on hers which held
the bell. "Give him a minute. He is quite old, you know." Melville tottered
in momentarily, chest wheezing, eyes unfocused yet focused as best he
could manage.
"You rang, ma'am?" Melville asked. David came in just behind him,
sculpted body totally nude, prick upstanding.
"Ah, well! Have David put on a bow-tie and serve us," Gwendolyn
said. "I have sandwiches prepared."
"He can have mine if he wishes, ma'am, if it will prevent delay,"
Melville offered. Gwendolyn nodded and Melville undid his tie.
"Melanie, tie Melville's tie on David," Gwendolyn said as soon as the
old man's neck was free. "Go rest, Melville, I can see you have been
exerting yourself too much again."
"Thank you, ma'am," Melville said with a cough, and made off with
uncertain steps. Melanie rose and walked over to David. Her cream-puff
breasts jiggled temptingly. David's eyes widened as he saw what she had
done to them. Melanie took the undone bow tie from his calloused palm
and looped it round his neck. Carefully, trying not to brush his bulging
chest with her tits lest she lose her cream, Melanie made to knot the bow
tie round David's throat. Melanie stood on tip toe. The head of David's
cock wiggled right in front of her pubic curls.
"There!" Melanie said, completing the knot in the bow tie. She
apprised David's appearance a moment, then swept away to return to her
seat. Her long blonde hair trailed behind her like a cape.
The lunch which followed was nothing if not erotic. The two girls
still wore their neckerchiefs, plus large, dazzling earrings that hung
halfway down to their shoulders. Whipped cream surmounted their
otherwise naked breasts. Their hips were clad only in the most
inconsequential of panties, while their calves, at least, were well covered
with white bobbie sox. The girls wore no shoes. Gwendolyn was, of
course, attired as mentioned before, as was Earl. David, totally nude save
for his bow tie, made a most enthralling waiter. His penis frequently
butted in uninvited as he attempted to make his rounds at the table.
Throughout it all the diners and David remained surprisingly unaffected,
the conversation even turning to such mundane matters as favorite ski
slopes and problems that various operators had with their lifts.
"My bottom hurts sitting down," Kimberly said, interrupting the
repast.
"You may stand it in the corner if you mention it again," Gwendolyn
said, forking a chef's salad which David had made to compliment their
sandwiches. Kimberly wriggled unhappily, partly with boredom.
"I must be going," Earl said abruptly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"Oh, so soon?" Gwendolyn asked, looking up, obviously dismayed.
"Perhaps you would bring one of the girls by tomorrow to visit my
office," Earl said. Gwendolyn smiled, and gave him a knowing look.
"Which would you prefer?" Gwendolyn asked, indicating the young
beauties which sat with them at table. Kimberly wrested to and fro as
she sat in her seat, as much from ennui as any pain in her haunches. She
was sitting on her hands now.
"The older, I should think, Melanie?" Earl said, casting his eyes
toward the blonde. She wondered if he was asking her permission or
merely her name. "The other is too immature." Kimberly sat up, a
suddenly offended look on her face. Melanie smiled and looked down at her
teacup.
"I'm not immature," Kimberly protested.
"You are an utter child," Earl said. "Finish your lemonade and go
play."
"You're not my father," Kimberly pouted, nonetheless doing his
bidding by reaching out and taking her tall glass of lemonade with both
hands. She put it to her lips and sucked upon it noisily.
"Forgive me, Gwendolyn, but everyone there knows I am unmarried
and without children. Melanie at least looks slightly older than her age,
and anyway she is legal. You are 18, are you not, my dear?"
"Yes," Melanie said with a slight lisp. Across the table Kimberly
began chewing on an ice cube.
"Well then, Melanie and I will come by your office tomorrow, then,"
Gwendolyn said. "Have you ever been to an investment office, Melanie?"
The girl said she had not. "Earl oversees holdings around the world, with a
large staff underneath him. He has a marvelous view of the lake."
"I should like very much to see it, ma'am," Melanie said softly.
Anything that brought her closer to the man her heart was yearning for
was welcome to her. He seemed such a gentleman, declining to partake of
the female fruits so temptingly arrayed before him. Melanie longed to be
seized by him and have him breathe of his lust for her.
"Come to my office tomorrow then, Earl said, rising. Out of sight of
the girls, his crotch hidden by the corner of the table, he had zipped up his
pants. No doubt it had been during one of Kimberly's noisy interludes. He
was the distinguished gentleman again, ready for an afternoon of work. "I
must see some accounts today," Earl said. "But I will be in my office
tomorrow."
"In the morning?" Gwen asked.
"Certainly," Earl said. "I look forward to it." With that he walked to
Melanie and took her hand and kissed it. Not the back of the hand, but the
palm. Melanie blushed. Then he walked over to Kimberly, who had taken to
making liquid trails on the table with her ice. Earl cleared his throat and
kissed the palm of her hand in turn. Kimberly appeared unmoved, she
withdrew her hand only to resume her little solitaire game. Obviously she
was still smarting at Earl's remark that she was a child. Gwendolyn was
kissed directly upon the lips by Earl, and Melanie felt herself feeling
jealous. Then, with a final exchange of verbal goodbyes (none being
elicited from Kimberly), Earl took his leave of them. The three females
were left sitting at table, alone with nobody but themselves. David
showed Earl to the door. Melanie felt bereft.
Chapter Six
That afternoon Gwendolyn insisted on the girls getting bundled up
and going skiing. Earlier David had mysteriously disappeared, and the
room where Martin was confined was locked tight, with Gwendolyn
refusing to breathe a word about the location of its key. Both Melanie and
Kimberly were considerably aroused from their lunch, and seemed
distracted as Gwendolyn made them dress and outfit themselves in the
proper gear. Gwendolyn smiled to herself. There would be no resistance
on either girl's part when it came time for them to be led to love.
Melanie got her first real look at the Chateau's surroundings when
the girls went outside with Gwendolyn. Melanie blew out her breath. It
seemed to fog the distant trees. All about the air was quiet and still. A
sun mired behind haze nonetheless cast a bright, crisp light over the hills.
Gwen's chateau sat all by itself, with only the occasional pine for
company. Farther out the road that snaked within a stone's throw of the
house disappeared amidst a line of trees. In the distance mountains rose.
"Ready girls?" Gwendolyn asked.
"Yes ma'am," Melanie said. She wondered why she still called the
woman "ma'am." Kimberly sometimes called her "Gwen," but then the two
of them had made love to each other in the sauna. No matter, the woman
was rich, and older than they, and, if truth be told, a madam, at least for
the highest strata of men in society. It wasn't a bad way to earn a living,
really, considering most women had to marry for their comfort and
security, or work their asses off for some corporation. Everyone made
their living in the way that suited them best. Gwendolyn just seemed to
have more fun at it than most.
With a wriggle of her curvaceous hips Gwendolyn shoved off, skiing
down the hillock, parallel to the road. Kimberly kicked off behind her,
using her poles, giving a little squeal as she just managed to miss a bare
little sapling growing in the snow covered front lawn. Melanie followed.
Down through the powder they raced, picking up speed as they went,
coming to the bottom of the first little hill only to ride on to the slope of
a bigger one. Melanie felt the chill air biting into her face and felt an
exhilarating sense of freedom. She had a woman who attended to her
every need, and a man who seemed to love her. And, of course, there were
always the goings on of her little stepsister for comic relief.
Kimberly's bottom still burned from her whipping, though it had been
almost entirely replaced now by a warm, bulbous glow, leaving any pain
she felt largely to the province of her imagination. A cacophony of little
girl thoughts raced round in her mind, a wish for bubblegum, an wondering
about the imminent release of a new pop idol's record, an excitement at
being on the snow.
Much later the girls came to rest in a little clearing. Gwendolyn sat
down on a stump and heaved her chest as she pulled off her tasseled cap.
Kimberly rubbed her mittened hands together. "Gwen, I have to go to the
bathroom," Kimberly said. Melanie felt the need to go to. It was the cold.
"Well, this should be the perfect rest spot for you, then," Gwendolyn
said cheerily to Kimberly. "I've often gone here myself."
"Right here? In the snow? How?" Kimberly asked. Her hips gave a
little quiver.
"Look," Gwendolyn pointed. "See that tree stump?" It was an old
stump that had somehow lost its middle. Either edge of the stump still
stood, but between the two halves there was nothing. It was rather like a
canyon, but with no front wall or back wall and a floor made of the
surrounding snow. "Sit there just like you would on a chair. Then just pull
down your pants and pee. The ground slopes very nicely down and away
from the rear of the slump, so your pee will just roll backward on the
snow, away from your feet. You can even poop too, if you wish." Kimberly
seemed in no position to argue, given the constant little movements her
hips felt obliged to render. She walked with a slightly awkward gait over
to the stump. She sat down carefully and undid her pants. Then Kimberly
lifted her bottom slightly from the surface of the stump and pulled her
jeans down to her knees. She sat her bottom well back on the stump.
Then, with a sheepish grin, she began to pee. Melanie couldn't help
laughing.
"What do they call Yellowstone in winter?" Melanie asked Gwendolyn.
"Tell me," Gwendolyn smiled.
"Yellowsnow," Melanie laughed.
When Kimberly was finished she self-consciously pulled up her pants
and got up from the makeshift potty. Then Melanie, having had her little
sport with Kimberly, surprised both her friends by revealing her own need
to pee also. She padded over to the stump and gingerly sat down. She
repeated the same actions as Kimberly. Finally Gwendolyn, perhaps only
wanting to join her friends, paid her own visit to the woodland potty.
Gwendolyn knew a roundabout approach to her cabin that gave them
almost as many hills to ski down as the outward journey had. When they
got back the sun was waning fast, and the chateau looked especially
inviting. Soon all three girls were stripped naked and in the sauna.
Kimberly sat shyly next to Gwendolyn, remembering their encounter
the previous night. For her own part Gwen kept up her staid countenance.
She anointed herself with baby oil, then invited Kimberly to produce steam
by pouring water over the sauna's hot coals. The girl eagerly obliged,
happy to have something to occupy her fidgety hands. Melanie, demure and
retiring like Gwendolyn, contented herself with merely soaking in the
heat. Later Gwen passed her the bottle of baby oil and, like some Egyptian
princess, she oiled down her limbs, carefully working the salve into every
inch of her body. When finally she was still once more, the bottle empty
beside her, she sat with eyes closed and legs spread wide. She dreamed of
being taken by Earl.
That evening Gwendolyn took the girls to a shopping mall in her limo,
driving them herself. They all sat three abreast in the car, along the front
seat. The affairs of the previous night in the back of the limo surfaced
briefly, but then were suppressed or forgotten. Gwendolyn gave each of
the girls a credit card with her name on it, and insisted over Melanie's
objections that the girls spend some of her money.
"First, however, each of you must accompany me to the beauty
salon," Gwendolyn said. "If you're to stay with me you must always look
your very best." Saying that, she took the girls to a little shop in the mall
where the proprietress lavished every attention on them and didn't let
them leave until every last strand of their hair had been assiduously
attended to.
Later, on the way home, loaded with new clothes, shoes, and
accessories, Melanie suggested that they must stop by the girl's hotel to
check on their room and see if there had been any calls from their parents.
There had, and, suppressing giggles, the girls called their parents collect
and acted as if not a thing out of the ordinary had happened during their
stay. Of course they did not tell them that they were no longer sleeping in
their hotel room.
David did not reappear for dinner, but Gwendolyn cooked a meal
herself for the girls and sat down with them. Melanie found herself
wishing Earl would drop by.
"Where is David?" Kimberly asked, lifting a big spoonful of
homemade chili to her lips.
"Gone, I'm afraid," Gwendolyn said, stirring her soup and then lifting
a helping to her own lips. "He left me a note but I couldn't read it. Such a
nice boy."
"He didn't even say goodbye," Melanie pouted.
"Perhaps he's only out for a bit and will be back," Gwendolyn said.
"I'm afraid the fact that he can't speak or write English makes him rather
like one's dog, leaving the house, then coming back later, moving to his
own schedule and timetable."
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
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Review: This is a Ôone shot.Õ A theme only dealt with once, in one
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