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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 290
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
“And now you,” Francis said to me. I cupped my breasts with my
hands and lifted them up, as if in offering, but really to slip my
thumbs over my nipples.
“No no, let me see those nipples,” Francis said to me.
Regretfully I pulled my thumbs back but kept my hands under my bosoms.
She struck twice, licking into each of my boobs, hitting my nipples both
times.
“YeeeeOOOOCH!” I shouted. I leapt up from the tub and was out
of it before I even knew what had happened. I bit my lip and massaged
my poor nipples.
“Get back in silly. Are you a skairdy kat?” Francis asked me.
She swung her whip and struck me across my belly.
“I’ll find another bathroom,” I told her. I stomped out of the
bathroom, cupping my breasts protectively, agonizing over the state of
my nipples. They were O.K., I finally decided, rubbing them. But I
went upstairs anyway, looking for another tub. When I found one it was
occupied by a man and a woman. They were bent over it, their heads down
inside it and their legs outside, kneeling on a throw rug. Their asses
were offered up to a domme in a corset and boots and she was happily
flaying their tushies. Their bellies, though, pressed onto the rim of
the tub, were held aloft and protected by soft cushions.
In the moonlight, skirting the headlamps of cars, hoping nobody
saw me and kidnapped me, I rode a bike home. I had nothing on. I hoped
Tabitha wouldn’t miss her bike. I slipped into my mom’s house in the
dead of night and went upstairs and put myself to bed, in my own bed,
after enduring a quick shower. I felt dead tired after the stress of
bicycling in the nude. Quickly I fell asleep and when my mother came up
to wake me in the morning she was shocked to find I didn’t have my
P.J.’s on.
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Chapter Three
It’s amazing what happens when you follow the bouncing ball. I
was playing on the beach by myself, batting my beach ball around. I was
treating the boys like absolute shit. No matter which of them came up
to me, no matter how handsome, I’d ask for my ball back and refuse to
play with him. I would tell him I was practising for my girl’s
volleyball team and we weren’t allowed to practise with boys. Then I’d
loft my ball up again, and try to keep it up by tapping underneath it
with my fingers. I was getting quite good at it when a big gust of wind
blew my ball down the beach. I went running after it. Two boys tried
to run with me, to catch it, but I speeded up and they settled for a
view of my ass instead as my ball bounced its way under someone’s
umbrella.
I dashed up and dropped to my knees on someone’s beach towel.
I was feeling frisky, and I’d seen a big man sitting under the umbrella,
just him in shadow, with a girl beside him. She looked very beautiful,
a young woman. Wickedly, I wanted to see if I could give her some
competition. After all, I was just 14. Would her hunky boyfriend turn
out to be a pervert?
Collapsing under their umbrella onto my knees, I knelt with my
breasts heaving and my mouth wide and panting. I was wearing my tiniest
bikini. Each rise of my breasts with my breath threatened to loft my
bosoms right out of my top. Awkwardly I reached back behind myself and
pulled my panties out of my ass crack. I didn’t want to give the boys
who’d been chasing me any more of a mooning than I had to!
“Hi!” the young woman with the man said to me. She spoke as if
to put me at ease. Rats. She was too nice. I glanced at her, saw she
was a brunette with wide eyes and soft lips and a body as curvaceous as
mine. She appeared to be 19, no more. She had on a bikini top whose
cups were so narrow that they left most of her bosom exposed. Her
panties lay over her pussy but the string bows were completely untied.
I realized they must have been playing when my ball blew in. My eyes
turned to her boyfriend. My God! His swimsuit, despite being the
fashionable baggy-trunks kind, looked like its crotch was about to
burst. His thing stood up within it, quite frankly, unable to go down
and, with me now heaving before him, appearing to rise even more. He
was brown-haired and muscled and hairy. Casually, or as casually as he
could muster, he picked up a women’s magazine and opened it and dropped
it over his crotch. “Women’s Day,” the cover said, but the magazine was
pitched at such a steep angle it was obviously laid over a man. His
girlfriend looked at him and laughed.
“Sorry about my ball,” I gasped, still feeling the effects of
my run.
“Sorry about my dick,” the man replied. I broke into giggles.
Our eyes met and lingered and when next I became aware of myself a
female hand was extending itself to me in greeting.
“Come and sit with us,” the man’s girlfriend told me. “We’re
having a picnic but we’ve brought too much food. Would you like some
lunch?”
“Okay,” I breathed. I let my hand slip into hers. She drew me
between herself and her boyfriend. I admired her generosity. Happily I
settled next to her big beefcake and, after a moment’s hesitation, I
lifted up the copy of Women’s Day. “I like reading,” I said as
innocently as I could. He let me lift up the magazine and I gasped
again as I was confronted by his big crotch.
“In order to picnic with us you have to be bold enough to let
me undo your undies,” the man’s girlfriend said. I knew she didn’t want
to be the only one with untied panties.
“Alright,” I gulped. Nothing would tear me away from the sight
of that big man’s crotch, even if it meant losing my panties.
Skillfully the woman untied me. She left my panties lying over me, just
like hers were.
“Now let’s do lunch,” she said. “I’m Sherry, by the way. And
this is Jeff.”
“Pleased to meet you, Jeff,” I said. I didn’t even look at
Sherry.
“Me, or just the rest of me?” Jeff asked me frankly. I felt
butterflies in my tummy. This was all happening so fast! “Well, you
are kinda hairy,” I said in a meek voice. I didn’t want to offend him.
“But I don’t...” Could I dare say it? “I don’t mind meeting your
swimtrunks!” I said bravely.
“You’re either the world’s youngest tart or the sassiest virgin
on the beach,” Sherry said to me. She passed a plate of shrimp salad to
me and I found it laid down on my lap so that we all could share it.
“Neither,” I protested, and then instantly realized I’d just
confessed I wasn’t a virgin.
“Good,” Jeff replied. Together we consented to a silence then,
a kind of truce, as we all began dipping shrimp into the bowl of sauce
in the middle of the plate of salad. It was weird to have my lap be the
serving tray. Sherry offered me a shrimp from her fingers and I
accepted it in my mouth. I knew it gave me permission to feed her
beautiful boyfriend. Soon all three of us were dipping shrimp, but
feeding any mouth but our own.
From all our giggling I know the other people on the beach
wondered what was up. But, glancing inside, all they saw was three
people having lunch, albeit a little playfully. Under the shade of our
big umbrella it was impossible for them to see that our bottoms were
undone. We passed the time leisurely, enjoying our lunch, me with my
tummy a little tight at what it all might portend. Sherry and Jeff
seemed very relaxed. We chatted amiably. They asked me about school,
and when I told them my grade they seemed taken aback a moment. But
they didn’t hold it against me. I guess Sherry herself hadn’t been in
8th grade that long ago. Sam, who was no more than 25, probably
remembered with lust balling his first girls in that grade. When we
finished lunch Sherry and I retied our swimsuits and then we all went
and played with my ball in the ocean. It was fun. Sam proved himself
better than me at volleyball.
Resting again under their umbrella, dripping from the sea, our
bodies cooled, Sherry grew serious.
“Sam and I are looking for something new,” she told me. “We
want to add a third person to our sex life. Just one, and just once.
She must be a stranger like you. That’s my rule, and Sam’s agreed.
Because, this mustn’t interfere with our marriage. But if you’d like to
play with us tonight we’d love to have you. Sam hasn’t done it in a
week and he’s... well, you can see the state he’s in.” I glanced over
at his crotch and nodded happily. Even after our swim he was still
uncomfortably large in the crotch. We’d had to keep him in water at
least waist deep the whole time he was in the ocean, just to minimize
the chance of his erection being seen.
“I guess I could party with you,” I said. “What will we do?”
It was Saturday. Mom was away for the weekend. I’d managed to snub all
the boys on the beach and now I was feeling a little lonely, if I
couldn’t, you know, play with Jeff.
“We do a little bondage,” Sherry confessed. She blushed a
little as she said it. She was kneeling next to me, a little earnestly,
and she reached back and ran her hands over her seat as she spoke. It
was as if she were remembering some past spanking, or anticipating
another.
“I don’t think I want to get spanked,” I told her, quite
honestly, but as I said the words I leaned forward and let my lips come
close to hers. I was on my knees and I purposely arched my bottom at
Jeff. Naughtily, as if to straighten my bikini, I reached down and
yanked up on the waist so that the back of my seat went shooting into my
ass.
Sherry cupped my breasts, very lightly, and nuzzled my lips.
It was a kind of half-kiss. We didn’t want to get caught out here on
the beach! At the same time Jeff slapped my ass playfully. I felt the
sting and knew deep down I relished it. Did I want more? God no, but I
couldn’t stop the feelings rising within me. Mixed with the sting from
Jeff’s big hand was the soft cupping of Sherry’s hands on my breasts,
and her lips kissing mine. It was so soft, so tender, yet with the
threat of our very masculine Jeff sitting behind us! I called him ‘our’
in my mind. He would be ‘ours’ tonight, anyway, if I accepted!
“Do you want to?” Sherry breathed. Her voice sounded hot,
fierce. I felt her thumbs cross over my rising nipples and she tweaked
at them through my bra.
I gulped. It was now or never. Go home alone thinking of Jeff
or let him take me with him.
“Alright,” I gasped. At once Sherry stuck her tongue into my
mouth. I shouted but my shout was muffled by her gagging tongue.
“Let’s go,” Sherry said, a few minutes later. We rose from the
blanket and she picked up the picnic basket and Jeff folded up their
umbrella. I volunteered to roll up their blanket. Then Jeff picked up
my beach ball and we walked up the beach together, to their car.
Somewhere deep within my my conscience told me to say goodbye and leave
them but I shushed it and, at last, it left me alone.
Their house proved to be a low one-story structure up in the
canyons above L.A. The traffic, for some reason, was mercifully light
on the freeway and we got there much quicker than we might have.
Perhaps God was on my side, provided I didn’t mind a spanking. We hosed
off outside. Sherry and I had fun sticking the hose in Jeff’s trunks
and filling up his already filled crotch. We had to be careful. Jeff’s
neighbors had a direct view down onto his patio. Playfully he stuck the
hose in our briefs but the water was too strong. It threatened to rip
our panties apart while simultaneously pushing them right down our
thighs. We had to console ourselves to a Puritan shower. We rinsed off
as best we could and then went inside.
They had an elegant home. The interior was wall to wall
carpets with all new furniture. Sherry said she and I would finish our
shower in the guest room. She let Jeff have their bedroom for his
shower. He wanted to switch, so he could feel gallant, but she insisted
that he was master, and must have the master’s bathroom. I wondered
what that left Sherry and I being.
HOLY JOE FOR PRESIDENT!
by holy joe
Recently some lady said to me, “Why are you hanging around with
those little girls?” I replied, “Madam, I’m not ‘hanging around.’ I’m
courting future voters!” And what better place to find future voters
than on a playground?
Yes, although the 2008 New Hampshire primary is still some
years away, I’m already up here, making sure my message gets heard! I
feel, why just jump into the 2000 race? I mean, I lost in 1996! So,
with regard to my 2008 message, I figure I better get started early.
Right now I’m still feeling my way.
One point in my message is already clear, however.
Overpopulation. There are already too many people in the world, and
with the Third World eating better, there are certain to be yet more
people. What to do?
My answer is to evaluate each person’s ‘carrying capacity.’
Those with a low carrying capacity can have more children. Those with a
high carrying capacity can’t.
For instance, fat women. Now there’s a carrying capacity, eh?
The woman already weighs 300 pounds, and she wants to have a kid!
Everyone knows it will be a fat kid, too.
So, no children for fat women. (Who wants them anyway, except
maybe McDonalds?) Slim women, on the other hand, have a low carrying
capacity. For instance, the girls in Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler.
None of them are fat. So they could have lots of children. Guys would
get better wives, there would be more beautiful girls to pose naked,
and, at the same time, the planet would not be strained. Slim women
tend to have slim children. Slim girls, slim boys. Even the feminists
would be happy, ‘cause there would be more handsome men in the world!
(Of course, being the guy who thought up this idea, there would
be an exception for me.)
Another benefit of my plan is that more young, teenage girls
could get pregnant. Right now, we’re told girls mustn’t get pregnant,
because they’re too young. Nonsense! Girls have been getting fucked
for thousands of years! Who do you think all those soldiers in olden
days raped when they raped and pillaged? Fat, has-been wives, or their
daughters?
So, under my plan, a girl who was, say, 12, would have no
problem having a baby. After all, she weighs FAR less than a full-grown
woman. (Especially a fat woman.) Even fat 12-year-olds could get
pregnant, under my plan, since they would still weigh less (hopefully)
than a full-grown woman.
So I’ve been asking the girls who will be most benefitted by
this plan what they think of it. It’s a simple poll I conduct.
(Anything too complicated might result in an erroneous answer, with
girls this age.) I ask them, “Would you like to have a baby?” And 100
percent of the girls answer, “Yes!” Some of them are even carrying a
baby around already! It’s a fake one, of course, and I asked some of
them, “This baby is fake. Why do you bother hauling it around with
you?”
Do you know what my constituents answered? They said, “We like
babies! We like when they burp, and cry, and especially when they wet
their diapers!” (Sounds silly, I know, but that’s what they answered.)
I am very happy to have felt out this position. But don’t
worry, I’ve got to interview more than just first-time voters. I plan
to be fully prepared in 2008. Next, I’m going to interview men. I’ll
ask them, “Would you like more fat women in the world, or less?” I’m
not sure what they’ll answer, but I’ve got my hopes.
Finally, I’ll interview women. And I’ll ask them, “Would you
rather get fucked by a fat dude like me, or a slim guy?” There, I’m
pretty sure I’m on firm ground. After all, every woman I’ve ever asked
to let me fuck her has turned me down.
Yep! First-time voters, men, women, I’m predicting they’ll all
come my way in 2008. I don’t know yet who my competition will be, but
I’m hopeful if I prepare far enough in advance, I’ll have really high
poll numbers. Then all the other candidates will be scared to debate
me, or perhaps even to be seen with me! (Would you want to compete with
Arnold Schwarzenegger or Sly Stallone for a date? I doubt it! You’d
wait ‘til they’d got what they wanted before you made your move,
wouldn’t you?)
And it will be the same with me. Having felt out all my
positions, I expect to be the Rambo of American politics in 2008. EVERY
position tested, repeatedly, until I’m correctly positioned. Then it
should be like, you know, a straight cum shot right to the White House!
(Sorry, Mario Cuomo, you’ll have to skip running in 2008 too.)
( - This announcement has been paid for by evil, manipulative,
adult-loving, white suburbanites who attend the Christian church and who
are attempting to influence American politics.)
AND IN THE END...
OUR “SEX LESS” LITTLE GIRLS
“Elvis’ black sound, his emphatic hair, his even more emphatic
pelvis aroused pre-pubescent, pre-rebellious baby boomers.”
- The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, August 15, 1997.
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