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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 287
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
There in the warm heat of the flames sat all the party guests.
Well, not all of them, I realized, as I heard a moan and a groan from
somewhere upstairs. The smart crack of a whip followed. Somebody was
still at it. Despite the ominous cracking of the whip, which continued,
everyone round the fire was buck naked. Their bare skin shone like
amber, healthy and young. Even the older men seemed more like college
kids in the light of the flames. Amidst the fire a clothesline of sorts
held all our swimsuits. They were strung up on an iron pole that ran
crosswise above the flames. Bikini panties, bras, and even the men’s
Speedos hung gracefully over the fire. Some had merely been flopped
over the pole while others had been carefully tied. I realized the pole
must have been inserted into the hearth after the clothes had been tied
to it. I realized, though, that it had been set too close to the flames
just to dry our suits. One by one, I saw that the swimsuits were being
burned up by the flames. They licked from below, picking their targets
seemingly at random. I spied my own bra and undies hanging down over
the fire.
“No! That’s my panties!” I cried out. People’s heads turned.
They saw my expression and laughed. A girl took a small piece of wood
and tossed it onto the flames. They rose higher, singed my undies. I
gasped. The crotch of my undies took fire and a hole burnt through
them. Then my bra caught fire. In just a few seconds my precious
bikini went up in flames. The girl who’d thrown the wood on the fire
had a stick in the other hand, with a marshmallow on it, and she
extended the stick into the flames where my panties were burning. She
browned her marshmallow under them. In a moment they were nothing but
char. They fell as ashes onto her marshmallow and she had to shake her
marshmallow to try to get the sprinkling of ashes off it. A girl with a
hot dog speared on a stick extended it into the fire. The hot dog began
broiling within the flames as panties caught fire above it.
A man rose. I guessed they’d all been fucking like bunnies out
here because he, as well as the other men, were ‘tamed,’ as they say, in
their crotches. His cock hung down limply and his balls extended down
like churchbells on ropes. They swung with his every step, loose and
satisfied. He walked up to Tabitha and embraced her. She lifted her
chin and let him kiss her neck, boldly but submissively, as if he longed
to serve her womanly needs. She smiled at me. Freely, sensing he would
not be refused, he pushed his hips against hers and ground his thing
into her bush. Delicately she withdrew her hand from mine and patted
his buttocks. Suddenly, I saw her blush. His thing was standing up!
She felt it rise between her legs, inspired by the freedom of the
moment, and he gleefully rubbed its length between the lips of her cunt.
“Excuse me a minute, dear,” Tabitha said to me, still
blushing. She drew back a little, not quite depriving the man’s cock,
but withdrawing far enough so that just the tip of his pole touched her
cunny. “Sir, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Tabitha said to the man. She
touched a finger to his lips. Greedily he took her finger into his
mouth and sucked it as if he were somehow going to give it a blow job.
“I’m Frank,” he answered.
“Do I excite you, Frank?” Tabitha asked. With her face still
flushed she looked down at his thing poking at her as he sucked on her
finger.
“I want,” Frank said gruffly. He moved his mouth back to
Tabitha’s neck and I watched as he slowly gave her a hickey. She
gulped. Her throat was slim and swan-like. Then his lips trailed down
to her breasts. He closed his teeth over her nipple.
“Don’t, Frank,” Tabitha begged, but he slowly bit into her
until she was forced to scream. He opened his mouth then, and Tabitha
withdrew her wounded teat and looked at it.
“I’m sorry,” Frank replied. He put his lips to her bosom again
and suckled it. For a moment I thought he was a little baby, he looked
so tender-hearted. Tabitha moaned and begged him to take more of her
breast into his mouth. But he concentrated just on her nipple, mouthing
and licking and slurping and, most of all, sucking it as if he had not a
mouth but a vacuum.
Tabitha’s eyes begged. I moved to her and took her other
breast in my mouth, brushing Frank’s groping hand out of the way.
Gently I sucked on her nipple as if it were candy and I were a
5-year-old girl. Tabitha sighed deeply. I felt her belly and it seemed
to ripple beneath my fingers. Her own hand moved over my tummy, patted
it, then slid lower to find my clit. I was forced to widen my stance to
let her play with me. Our hero, meanwhile, thrust his hips back and
forth so that he could pleasure his cockshaft within the lips of
Tabitha’s cunny. He had not entered her yet. Reaching down, I found
his thing and felt its hugeness and realized he must be waiting for
something.
Tabitha stepped back. He let her go. He did not stop her.
When she’d retreated far enough to be free of Frank’s inquiring cock she
gazed at him. He was hung like a donkey and had bulging pecs and biceps
to match. “You’re quite a sailor!” she said to him. Her eyes were
bright. The fire danced in them.
“How did you know I’m in the Navy?” Frank asked.
“Your tattoo, dear. Not too many men would have an anchor
tattooed on their penis with “USN” marked out on it unless they were.”
He glanced down at himself. I gasped. Right there, on his risen penis,
was a small anchor and “USN.” It was about halfway down his cockshaft,
tattooed right next to the big vein that fed blood and nutrients down to
the tip of his dick.
“Oh yeah,” Frank said. “We get bored at sea sometimes.”
“Well, just to be safe, I’m going to insist that you wear a
condom,” Tabitha told him. She took his hand and drew him toward the
counter that separated the living room from a small kitchen. There,
next to a bowl full of pretzels, was a bowl with condoms in it. Most of
the condoms were gone but someone had, at least, filled the pretzel
bowl. I took one and squirted some mustard on it and popped it into my
mouth.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
with holy joe (part 1)
A Review of the new issue of Mayfair
Women are never happy. They pass all these laws saying “Don’t
have anything to do with children,” (including even 17-year-olds)!
Then, they get pissed when they see me walking out of Tower with an
armload of porn.
That very thing happened to me today. As I came out of Tower
with my daily armload of magazines, there were three women, GLARING at
me, and thinking evil thoughts about me. One of them muttered, “My
God! Look at that horrible man! Look at all that PORNOGRAPHY he’s
buying! Doesn’t he have any consideration for the harm that does to
children?”
Ladies! Ladies! What do you expect me to do? Do you think I
want to get prosecuted for rape? For date rape? For statutory rape?
For child molestation? For ‘lookism’? I’m only a poor hobo. How much
of a chance do you think I’d stand, up against some female prosecutor,
in front of a female judge, with all the prosecutor’s legal expenses
paid for by the state?
Not much of a chance, I think.
You’d think I was peeing in public or something, buying my
porn. Rest assured, ladies. I took my porn straight to a porta-potty,
where I could pee, if I needed to, and answer any other calls of
nature. I admit that while I was in there I didn’t think any feminist
thoughts. So, okay, you’ve got me there. But please don’t talk like
I’m a threat to our nation’s children. It’s my porn, I bought it, and
I’m looking at it in private, okay?
I’m sorry if I’m using a porta-potty to do my reading. Sure,
I’m probably guilty of some crime there, but look at it this way. Last
year, I could look at my porn at the homeless shelter. But then some
businessmen located on the same street as the shelter claimed it was a
nuisance for all us bums to be ‘hanging around’ their businesses.
(Never mind that we were going to the homeless shelter for food, a
necessity of life.) So the city declared the homeless shelter “a public
nuisance.” They closed it. Now I have to use a porta-potty to do my
reading. What can I say?
Frankly, I like my porta-potty. It’s nice and quiet there.
During the day it’s used, but at night there’s nobody around. I like it
better than the homeless shelter ‘cause I can sit in there all night
jacking off, without any homeless dudes wondering why I’m taking so long
on the john.
And don’t worry, ladies. I leave the porta-potty’s front door
standing open in the morning. I don’t want anybody thinking it’s in
use, and they can’t use it. I realize that little kids sometimes don’t
visit the porta-potty if they see the door’s closed. They think it’s
locked, or they’re afraid some creepy dude might be hiding in there.
(Or jacking off.) So I leave the door standing wide open.
See, ladies? I AM considerate of our nation’s children. Heck,
I think about them all the time! And yes, I do think about them when
I’m looking at my porn. But how can I help that? I mean, the
porta-potty’s outside of a temporary classroom, at a school! Wouldn’t
YOU think about children, if you were at a school?
Don’t worry, ladies, I can see your final argument already:
holy joe, the homeless bum, walks around town all month with an armload
of porn. Surely that’s harmful, isn’t it? Wrong again, ladies! I go
BACK to Tower every day. Do you think I can hand them a big, heavy sack
of porn and say, “Please guard my porn while I go look at more porn.”?
Not likely. (Especially since my porn gets kinda stinky.) All Tower’s
employees are feminists. So I only get one night with my porn. (But
it’s a good, long night, so don’t feel sorry for me.) I even
participate in the ‘Reading is Fun-damental’ program, by leaving my porn
in the porta-potty, for others to read. I figure that’s pretty
generous, don’t you? I mean, what can be more fun to read than porn?
(Or more fundamental, cum to think of it... being about birds and bees
and all that.) (Especially when the porn features lots of shots of the
fundament!)
What a joy it is to see more and more porno magazines featuring
beautiful female bottoms! It used to be, all you ever saw was the tits,
and the cunt. But now I’m constantly blown (away) by how many lovely
asses I see.
Mayfair, Volume 32, Number 6, $6.99. E-mail:
mayfair@pr-org.co.uk
(Holy Joe asks: “Ever hear of a ‘Web Site,’ guys?”)
(Mayfair answers: “No. We Brits are all stupid. Only
Americans, who are much smarter than the British (and have a much larger
empire, too) know how to build a web site.”)
Mayfair features more lovely lasses than any American
magazine. And, as far as I can tell, these are girls; not sluts,
whores, strippers, and exhibitionists, as you see in Penthouse. Nor are
they 27-year-old, ex-Rock Star groupies, as you see more and more in
Playboy. Best of all, given the British predilection for bondage,
(especially spanking), there are always lots of lovely photos of girls’
bottoms in Mayfair!
“Gabriella” is a nurse. Anyone who’s ever talked to nurses
knows that they don’t just get to start sticking IV’s into patients.
No, first they have to practise. In nursing school they practise
sticking IV’s in each other, taking each other’s blood, etc. Well, what
about vaginal exams? What about learning to properly take a patient’s
temp in his bum?
Gabriella, being a blonde, is sorta dumb, and needs extra
practise. She and her friends resort to practising on each other, in
their dorm, after hours. On pg. 10 she is kneeling on a bed. She’s
stripped herself to just her white nurse’s jacket, which leaves her
bottom usefully bare. She’s poised ass upwards, her head down. She’s
looking back, smiling, watching as someone takes the temp of her friend
(in the ass). Gabriella’s next, of course, and as she watches her
friend squeal she assures herself that she won’t make a fuss when it’s
her turn to feel that long glass thermometer sliding up her own ass.
But Gabriella’s never had her temp taken in her butt before, so, who’s
to say? She might just wind up squealing after all. (I hope so,
anyway!)
Incidentally, you can’t actually see any other people in the
“Gabriella” pictorial. You may wonder how I conjured up all those extra
nurses (plus a few male med students?) Well, friend, it was hard at
first. I really couldn’t figure out why in the world some 20-year-old
nursing student would be ass-up on a bed. I mean, shouldn’t she be
SITTING on her ass, learning her lessons from a book?
So I prayed to the Lord. “Please, Lord, give me Your guidance
in interpreting these photos so that I may convey their true meaning to
the Faithful.”
God told me he was in the john.
However, after hearing a big (but holy!) flush, the Lord spoke
unto me.
“What? AGAIN you need guidance interpreting Mayfair? I
thought I gave you guidance interpreting Mayfair just last month!”
I replied, “But this is a new issue, Lord.”
Eventually the Lord helped me. That, plus me yanking on my
wiener, provided me with the interpretation you are reading. But I
hasten to add that, despite my masturbating, not one jot or tittle of
the Lord’s word has been altered in any way!
“Mary” and “Tess,” while not abundantly attractive, provide one
of the hottest ‘lesbo’ pictorials I’ve ever seen. I especially liked
the shot of Tess brushing her teeth while Mary washes her (own) face.
Then, the girls slip into nightshirts that are too short to cover their
bottoms. Then they engage in some very natural-looking, very hot
lesbian sex. What a great pictorial! It is far better than the unreal
pictorials served up by Bob Guccione, with girls in weird space gear.
See, guys aren’t really interested in innovation, in my
opinion. We just want more of the SAME. More nude, natural,
barely-dressed girls, in ordinary settings, doing natural-looking sex.
Show them in their street clothes, then getting ready for bed, then
finally succumbing to each others’ charms. That’s IT! Nothing else is
needed. Of course, every man wants his own harem, so we guys need more
new girls each month, doing the same old ‘boring’ things. And I don’t
mind sex toys, even innovative sex toys, provided you can imagine them
being bought in a sex toy boutique. But space gear is just
‘artsy-fartsy’ nonsense.
Next up (of note) is Claire Cass. Despite a pictorial
featuring milk, cookies, and white panties, Claire struck me as being
too old. Instead of looking like a cute young girl, she suddenly looks
like some guy’s older sister. His Big Sister. The sister who’s too old
to play with and has a habit of telling you what you will and will not
do.
Sure, Claire’s only 19, barely over the ‘age of consent,’ and
still highly vulnerable to Adult Males, according to the (ever changing)
feminist orthodoxy. (Which now includes college students in the
category known as ‘our precious, vulnerable children.’)
Essentially, any child of yuppie parents is a ‘precious,
vulnerable child.’ So expect 30-year-olds, in about a decade, to be
ranked with “our precious, vulnerable children,” who need to be
protected from adult company.
Be that as it may, FUCK DECENCY is not a feminist publication.
It is not subservient to the whims of feminist orthodoxy. Nor does it
consider the (ever changing) laws of man (really just laws of the mob,
in a democracy), to be of merit. So, in my opinion, Claire Cass is now
too old.
Mayfair, however, redeems itself with the next pictorial.
“Roxanne” is the newest secretary in an office typing pool. She doesn’t
work for any rinky dink employer. She works for a big employer.
(Specifically, the Holy Joe Intergalactic Media Empire, Ltd.)
After hours, the company celebrates its astronomical quarterly
profit by having a party. It’s a black tie affair. As the newest
secretary, Roxanne has never been to one of the company’s parties
before. So she’s initiated by having to lift her jacket, drop her
pants, and get her ass caned. (This is on page 66). Then, it’s time
for dancing. It’s hardly possible for people to dance with all their
formal clothes on. So everyone strips, including Roxanne. (Page 67.)
The rest of the night is spent in wild revelry. At the end, Roxanne is
left naked, except for a little black bow-tie, still tied around her
throat. (Page 69.)
My only complaint about the Roxanne pictorial is that it was
too short. I would have liked to have seen at least two more pages of
her. Instead the magazine bounces on to “Tina,” some 23-year-old lady.
Next Issue: ‘High Society’ and ‘Real Babe’ are reviewed.
AND IN THE END...
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