-------------------------------------------------------------
BillÕs fan club for ex-girlfriends: 1-800-BLOWOFF
-------------------------------------------------------------
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 62
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Seven
Kimberly was seated in the row in front of Melanie. The blonde could hear the pinging and zapping of a hand held video game as Kimberly attempted to see if she could, at least, drive a spaceship whilst under the influence. From the barrage of juvenile sounds emanating from her seat, Melanie figured the evil space aliens were faring no better than they ever had. Just before takeoff, when Melanie figured her ability to scoot over one seat to be right next to the window in her row was assured, a sultry redhead appeared at her side and asked to step by. With some consternation Melanie scooted in her booted feet and let the girl pass. She was no older than herself, with a figure to match. The girl seated herself and brushed back her hair. Melanie glanced over at the girl, half at her and half out the window. The girl was elegantly attired, as swanky as she and Kimberly. Despite her passion colored hair, the redhead appeared to have no freckles.
Instinctively Melanie ran her hands over her ribs, smoothing her ritzy blouse. She glanced down at her torso as she did so. That morning she and Kimberly had been dressed by Gwen, in clothes of Gwen's choosing, that Gwen herself had purchased. Kimberly had looked like a little girl being dressed by her mother as Gwen clothed her, and the brunette had fussed as much as any little girl would have. Melanie had been more subdued, feeling an odd sort of intimacy awakening within her. Melanie stole another glance at the redhead. Something flashed in her mind that this girl, too, had once been dressed by Gwen. The blonde whore had given Melanie and Kimberly tips that they could employ when selecting clothes on their own. Had the redhead somehow benefited from the same instruction, at an earlier time? Melanie was about to dismiss the thought from her mind when the redhead looked over at her. There was a knowing look in the strangers eyes.
"How are your thighs?" the redhead asked softly. A look of shock spread over Melanie's face. Then she realized, this was the "friend" Gwen had said she would be passed along to. Melanie felt a sense of revulsion in the pit of her stomach. She was being forced again, just as she had been forced when Gwen first had Kimberly put the riding crop to her bottom! She did not want to be forced anymore. Melanie was just about to reply to the redhead with a feminine epithet when she noticed a look of naive tenderness in the girl's eyes. Somehow, this was no madam, no whore looking for a new disciple. This was a girl just like herself! The redhead probably had no more experience in the strange ways of the adult world than she did, Melanie realized.
Melanie softened. "They're all better," Melanie said simply. For a moment her eyes simply stared into the girl's. Then a sense of the beauty of the girl's eyes overcame her. This girl could match Melanie on every aspect of beauty, point by point. Melanie lowered her eyes. "How did you know?" Melanie whispered.
"I lived with Gwen before you came," the redhead replied. She extended a gloved hand. "My name's Candy." Melanie took the hand in her own gloved fingers and lifted her eyes.
"Mine's Melanie."
"I know," the redhead replied.
"YouÑÑyou lived with Gwen?" Melanie asked, feeling awkward.
"Yes. She shooed me out just before she went to rescue you. Said it was time for me to practice what I'd learned on my own. I think I was actually put up at the same hotel where you'd been staying. I skied for a week, pulled a trick..."
"You whored?" Melanie asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah," the redhead smiled.
"What was it like?" Melanie couldn't resist.
"Fun! It was my first time--on my own, without Gwen," Candy said. "There was a gawky boy staring at me who I normally would have snubbed. But as I sat in the ski lodge, knowing his eyes were staring at me, undressing me, I thought, 'Why not make him happy and make a dollar?' I took his virginity, don'cha know." Melanie giggled. Kimberly's head shot up and she poked her eyes over the back of her seat.
"What's going on?" Kimberly asked, as the evil space aliens made the first win of the day against her electronic spaceship.
"Nothing," Melanie chuckled into her hands, her pleasure doubled by Kimberly's unsatisfied curiosity at the laughter.
As the plane finally broke from the airport and ascended into the air, Melanie and Candy shared their lives with Gwen with each other, all in voices low enough to elude Kimberly's ever inquisitive ears. It turned out that Candy's first trick, under Gwen's tutelage had not involved a beating. Perhaps Melanie had suffered such a fate only because she was blonde like Gwen, for in no other respect could Candy be said to be less attractive than she. In any event, Candy's assignment had been to entertain two men at once, in front of their wives at an intimate dinner party. Candy had taken the men in her mouth and pussy. The men had talked of putting her anus to pillage as well, but Gwen had saved her from that chore.
"Have you ever had anything up your bottom?" Candy enquired of Melanie.
"No," Melanie said in a hushed voice. "But Gwen had me whipped there--by my own step sister!"
"Gosh! What did it feel like?" Candy asked, eyes gaping.
"It hurt like the dickens. But afterward I made love to a handsome stud in Gwen's sauna--while watching another woman get whipped!"
Candy put a hand to her throat. "That's Gwen!" Candy murmured.
"And while I was doing that--you know my sister?--she was making love to Gwen!" Melanie said. Instead of expressing shock Candy looked down at her lap and blushed. Melanie suddenly sensed that Kimberly was not the only female to have been enveloped by Gwen's charms.
"I did that too," Candy admitted.
"How could you?" Melanie asked, shocked.
"It's not so bad," Candy said, looking up again. Her eyes met Melanie's. "Really. It's soft, and tender, and loving...of course I prefer it with men!"
"What did you do?" Melanie asked, not wanting to let the subject slip back to men quite so quickly. Why did she pry further? Was it simple puritanical interest, like a preacher investigating smut, or (perhaps even in the case of the preacher) was there an attraction to the thing?
Candy lowered her eyes once more. She was about to speak, then she leaned forward. Her lips brushed Melanie's ear. Speaking through golden strands of hair Candy said, "Gwen put on a dildo and fucked me." Melanie gasped. Candy sat back once more, like a penitent having just discharged a sin to her priest.
"In your pussy?" Melanie whispered.
"Yes," Candy said. "Very gently...lovingly...and of course the thing never went limp." Melanie pressed her back to her seat. Her hands pushed down on the cushion on either side of her bottom as if to steady herself. A vision of hours and hours of endless fucking from a never-softening penis rushed through her mind. That was Gwen. Melanie felt a sense of disappointment as she realized she might never see the blonde temptress again. The woman had been moving away, with no forwarding address yet established. Melanie knew she could never submit to being fucked by a woman with a dildo. Yet with Gwen...so feminine, so alluring, so understanding even as she made necessary demands of her charges...with Gwen everything seemed possible. And Melanie knew that everything was.
As the jet lofted eastward it met the night. The cabin lights dimmed and a light dinner gave way to slumber amidst pillows and blankets. A tired old movie flickered for the few who cared to watch, most chose to forego the tinny bleating of the headsets needed to accompany the film. This was first class. Since the movie was free, nobody cared about it. A curious game developed between Melanie and Candy as the night wore on. Melanie, perhaps only not wanting her newfound friend to think she secretly despised her for her lesbian encounter, stole over and undid the topmost button on Candy's blouse. The redhead appeared asleep, but soon after Melanie closed her eyes she retaliated. A bit later Melanie, thinking surely that this time Candy was not awake, flipped open another of Candy's buttons. Soon the same fate befell Melanie at the hands of Candy.
Melanie's fingers were stealing over to Candy's blouse once more when the redhead's eyes popped open. "You're going to make me look like more of a whore than you are if you keep doing that," Candy scolded. Melanie giggled.
"I'm just trying to make you look like what you already are," Melanie said. "Maybe that stud steward will lay you when we land. It'll pay your cab fare, anyway." Candy put on a mock scowl.
"There!" Candy cried, attacking Melanie's third blouse button before the blonde could raise her hands in defense. "Now you can have him instead." The curve of Melanie's bosom came into view.
"I think we both should have him," Melanie replied. She reached over and undid Candy's third blouse button. The redhead simply looked at her.
"I don't think you're bold enough to go as far as I can," Candy said. "I've danced topless before, even though I was underage when I did it. A few loose buttons on my blouse doesn't even faze me."
"So? I've had water splashed on my tits in a bar before--without a bra!" Melanie replied.
"Whoa," Candy said, unimpressed. Her fingers flitted to Melanie's blouse and undid its fourth button from the top. Melanie's satiny black bra peeped out. "I should wet your boobs now--with my drink."
Was it the alcohol that made the girls act this way? Perhaps this was why many states had raised the drinking age to 21. Surely the foundations of civilization were undermined by tipsy girls walking about in open blouses. Melanie's fingers reached out to Candy's blouse. "I can go farther than you in this," Melanie said, knowing in her heart she was only bluffing. Candy's charcoal colored bra appeared between the sundered halves of her blouse.
"I dare you to leave this plane with five buttons unbuttoned," Candy said quietly. Sensuously her slim, long nailed fingers slipped the fifth button on Melanie's blouse. Melanie gazed down as Candy's agile digits made good on her proposal. Candy gave the halves of Melanie's blouse a flick with her fingernails for good measure, spreading them. The inner cups of Melanie's black bra breathed the night air freely.
"I can, but only if you can too," Melanie challenged. Her fingers went to Candy's blouse and inflicted a similar denouement. When Melanie had withdrawn her hand Candy lifted a hand to her own blouse. Staring directly into Melanie's eyes, Candy undid the sixth button on her blouse. Her bellybutton peeped between its halves.
"Top that," Candy smoldered.
"I-I can't," Melanie breathed, shocked at how far they'd both gone.
"I win," Candy said simply. Melanie flounced back in her seat and pouted. Once more she had been beaten at erotic games. In the seat in front of her space aliens screamed as a drunken girl zapped them into oblivion, winning every time. Melanie pulled the two halves of her blouse together but did not re-button them.
Melanie and Candy walked side by side as they exited the plane. Heads held high, they strutted their beauty up the speedway, ignoring the people waiting at the far end, seemingly oblivious to the curious, appreciative glances of their fellow passengers.
"Why are your blouses unbuttoned?" Kimberly gushed as the girls regrouped near a water fountain.
"We challenged each other," Melanie explained, her face blushing even as she spoke.
"I've heard of girls dressing that way for night clubbing, but-" Kimberly began.
"Let's go night clubbing!" Candy suggested gaily.
"Yeah!" Melanie replied. Together they hoisted their carry-on bags once more and made for the airport's lobby. A porter was secured, and the girl's bags were loaded into a taxi. The porter smiled as the cab fled into the night. He barely felt the five dollar bill in his fingers. He gazed after the cab, a dreamy look in his eyes. A bus honked at him to get out of the road.
The girls, seated three in a row in the back of the cab, decided to stow their bags at a plush hotel for the night and spend the rest of the evening partying. Melanie and Candy had tried to persuade Kimberly to sit up front, but the girl, sensing that she had been left out of secrets on the plane, insisted on sitting in the back with them. Kimberly had even undone a few buttons on her blouse to keep up with her sister and Candy.
The girls whispered amongst themselves. "Would you like a tip?" Kimberly suddenly asked their cabdriver as he closed with their hotel.
"Course," the cabdriver groused.
"Cheers!" the three girls screamed at once, suddenly pulling back the halves of their shirts and thrusting forth their bra encased boobs. The cabdriver nearly dropped his cigar into his lap. "We don't have any extra money," Kimberly explained in her high, girlish voice when the three of them had finished cracking up over their exposure.
"I'll take that kind of a tip any time," the cabdriver said. He pulled the cab to a halt at the girl's hotel and gallantly leapt out to help them from the cab. Taking each girl by the hand he drew her forth. Then he went back to the cab's trunk and unloaded the girl's bags as a trio of bellhops rushed forth to relieve the girls of whatever they might find to be a nuisance, be it heavy bags or clothing.
The front desk was bypassed, the bellhops assuring the girls that they would handle all the details of their stay for them. One of the bellhops slipped away for a moment to get a room key, and soon the group of three girls and three young men was whisking skyward in a hotel elevator. The girls were shown into a lavish room, one of the bellhops murmuring something about checking the girls into a cheap room and then switching keys so they could enjoy a more luxurious stay, free of additional charge. Despite the generosity of the boys Candy and Melanie only allowed them to stay long enough to point out the amenities of the room, which came complete with side-by-side toilets and a heart shaped tub.
"We're not getting married, boys, we're just sleeping over until the morning," Melanie said in a disapproving voice as she surveyed the room.
"No, you'll like it here," one of the bellhops urged.
"Well, the bill better be as reasonable as we asked for it to be or we'll skip out on it," Melanie warned.
"Oh, you'll have no problem with the charge," a bellhop replied. "And for you girls--room service is free."
"Well, thank you boys, you're very generous," Candy said, ushering them out. "But we girls must get our beauty rest. I don't think we'll be needing anything tonight."
"Do you have any booze?" Kimberly asked, speaking, as always, when she shouldn't. Melanie frowned at her and pointed at hardwood paneling which hid a wet bar. Candy managed to get the bellhops out and closed the door on them.
"Do you have any booze!" Melanie said reprovingly as Kimberly drew back the paneling to reveal a host of little bottles.
"Oh, wow! Hard stuff!" Kimberly gushed.
"You don't need any of that," Melanie said, stepping up beside Kimberly and cutting off her grasping hands. "You're drunk as a wino already."
"Oh, let her have a little," Candy said, loosing the final button on her blouse and slipping out of it. Her large breasts, held tightly by her bra, bulged above the black fabric in twin mounds of feminine glory. Kimberly, encouraged, made another grab for the liquor, but Melanie caught her palms.
"Candy said I could have some," Kimberly, hands imprisoned, whined.
"She's not your sister. I am," Melanie said.
"Step sister," Kimberly corrected.
"All the same, I'm responsible for you," Melanie said. "Now get your clothes off and climb into bed."
"I thought we were going night clubbing!" Kimberly protested.
"Candy and I are," Melanie said. "You're too young, silly!"
"I'm going to shower and turn in," Candy said. She padded over to the bathroom and peeked through its doorway. "In fact, I'm going to take advantage of this place. A heart shaped jacuzzi, mmm!" Candy reached back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang forth, their cherry tips wiggling in ecstasy at the sudden release. Quickly Candy shimmied out of her black skirt and kicked off her pumps. Melanie followed suit, shedding the blouse that so many men on the way from the airport had longed to see her without. Kimberly, not even bothering to unbutton her own expensive blouse, merely yanked it over her head. In a minute the sisters were down to the clasps on their garters, freeing their stockings as a denuded Candy stepped into the jacuzzi. A moment later and all three girls were splashing together in the hot, comforting water of the valentine shaped tub, enjoying a soothing soak after their long flight.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Slip and Smitty #2, 50¢ Minicomic. Brian Kirk, 93 Sunapee St., Springfield, MA 01108. mootcomics@aol.com, 76365.273@compuserve.com
Review: Nothing to do on the toilet? Read a minicomic. ItÕs not as heavy as a book, and the ink wonÕt rub off on your hands like the ink in TIME magazine does. Better quality, more enjoyment. ThatÕs a pretty good deal, donÕt you think?
Slip and Smitty begins with a very funny ÔindiciaÕ at the bottom of its cover. The first story is about a time machine. Things get completely out of control as Smitty duplicates himself. Then all the ÔrealÕ (or are they duplicate?) Smittys try to kill each other off, to prove that only they are the real Smitty.
In his contribution, Jeff Patterson gives us a new twist on the meaning of Stonehenge. Finally, Asinine Head teaches us what not to do at a party. (Among other things, donÕt urinate on the big guyÕs date, and then proposition her.)
Send more comics, Brian! (IÕm going to have to use the toilet again soon...)
AND IN THE END...
If you bother a child you are punished by the new ÒMeganÕs Law,Ó but if you kill a child you are not.
----------------------- Fuck Decency! -----------------------
-Free Fuck Decency e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age
statement to: roller666@aol.com
-To unsubscribe: Send $100.00 to The North American Man/Boy Love
Association, P.O. Box 174, Midtown Station, New York, NY 10018.
-My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 Diapergirls! (CuntCastle22)
-My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller6666
-(Both sites contain different stories)
-Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop?
-or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com
-Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age
statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868
U.S.A. For C-SPAN programming, Call 1-202-628-2205
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.
-NNDÕs favorite ftp site: members.aol.com/fm99999
-END OF 62 EMISSION