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Today, in Honor of the Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ...
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 322
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
The woman with the long strands of pearls rose from her own
chair, putting down her tea first, on the low coffeetable the three of
them had been sharing. I saw a book on the table. “Lost Loves, The
Shame of America’s Anti-Gay Policies,” it said. Beside it was a book of
poems. “Little Clits,” its no-nonsense title proclaimed. A tasseled
bookmark with hearts lay between the chapbook and the treatise.
Jasmine wiped Missy’s bottom. “Oh boo hoo!” Missy cried,
standing in the chair, her breasts held by Kerri and Jasmine and Leslie
attending to her ass. But what about me? I was next. I knew I was
next. I had to stand and watch her suffer and then take her place, all
for the women’s aimless amusement. It was midafternoon, a time of
boredom and invented games to pass the time. I looked at Brent.
“Must I?” I asked him. He nodded. “Oh, don’t make me!” I
begged.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I love you!” I sighed.
“Then obey me,” he replied. He looked away from me and stood
admiring Missy’s ass. Jasmine was kissing it, soft little kissed.
Beside her Leslie had picked up a crop off a lamp table and was testing
its flex. With her hands she bent it, then let go of one end and let it
snap back to rigidity.
“This should leave nice marks,” Leslie said to Jasmine.
“It will give her something to be proud of,” Jasmine agreed.
“I always liked showing off my marks after a whipping when I was a teen,
didn’t you?”
“MmmmHmmm,” Leslie agreed. “Though now I prefer having the
whip hand.”
“There is more work involved in being mistress, though,”
Jasmine said. She lifted her face from Missy’s bottom and patted it
with her hand.
“I’LL be mistress!” Missy piped up.
“Shhhh, or you’ll be gagged!” Kerri, squeezing her breasts,
answered.
“You’d just dance around and act silly and whack without even
aiming,” Jasmine replied. “A young girl submits first, Missy. Only
then may she lead.” On the lamp table a bottle of Alpha-Keri lotion
waited to be smoothed on Missy’s bottom. Beside it, in a little pile,
were condoms, no doubt for Brent. They were wrapped in gold foil.
Would he have our bottoms, encased in them? I looked at him again. His
trousers sported a tent now. I longed for him but he was gazing at
Missy’s ass.
“Hold her,” Jasmine said to Kerri.
“I’ve got her by the breasts,” Kerri smiled.
“I want you all whipped,” Brent said. Jasmine, just accepting
the crop from Leslie, looked back at my lover.
“Would you like that, Brent?” Jasmine asked. She flexed the
crop between her fists.
“Yes,” Brent said. “Take off your pants. Have your friends
take off their skirts. And your panties. Roll up your blouses so I can
watch your bare ass as you whip hers.” He nodded at Missy. The girl
was sobbing now, but nobody was paying attention.
“There are many hours ‘til evening,” Jasmine said, thinking
aloud to herself, enjoying the repartee. “We will have an orgy this
evening, of course, but a little fun now shouldn’t spoil it.” She eyed
Brent. Her gaze lowered itself to his trousers. “If we play victim for
you, you must play victim for us,” Jasmine said.
“O.K.,” Brent replied.
“No, my dear, think on it a moment. We will own your body and
do with it what we please. You will not complain, and you will not
disobey.”
“O.K.,” Brent said, as nonchalant as before.
“The young man wants it,” Leslie smiled. She had Jasmine’s
fiery eyes. She licked her lips and looked uncompromisingly at Brent’s
crotch. “You know it will involve the penis,” she told Brent.
“And the testicles,” Kerri suggested.
“Yes, the penis and the testicles, YOUR penis and testicles,
young man. That’s what we’ll concentrate on, and we’ll be giving just
as good as we got. Do you really want to see our bottoms cropped?”
Brent paused a moment. I knew then that he wanted to back out
but his manly ego prevented it. He swallowed. “Okay,” he said.
“Very good. He has sworn to it and pledged his penis,” Jasmine
said to her friends. “Off with your panties and dresses, girls! We’re
not going to be able to sit after this, but he won’t be able to sit or
to stand!” Like witches they laughed then, sending shivers right down
my spine to my tailbone. Poor Missy was weeping. Kerri unhanded her to
undress. Missy tried to step down from the chair.
“Stay up there, girl!” Jasmine said. She slapped Missy’s ass
hard with her palm.
“YAHOOOO!” Missy howled. She rose up on her toes. With her
feet in the seat of the chair and her face arched toward the ceiling,
she looked like a schoolgirl caught out by the teacher. But her wrists
were trussed up high behind her, making her boobies stick out. No
teacher, however depraved, would do that. These were sexual games, not
schoolroom punishments. Missy, with her honeyed tits quaking and her
bottomcheeks tensing, would be just the first of our victims. Indeed,
by afternoon’s end all of us would be hurting.
The females hurried out of their clothes. There seemed to be
an electricity between the ladies, as if a promised course of events had
borne all the fruit they hoped it might. Or perhaps they were just
afraid of Brent. After all, he was a big man. He scowled at them,
unhappy with the terms he struck. Yet his penis, I thought, seemed to
be ever bigger within his trousers. I watched it grow. It made my slit
juicy.
Jasmine and Kerri and Leslie bared their asses to Brent but
left their tops on. That was the deal they’d struck. It preserved a
bit of their modesty. Jasmine, though, dutifully rolled up the backs of
their blouses so that Brent could see their bottoms all he wished. She
pinned her friends’ blouses up with hair pins plucked from her lovely
dark hair. Kerri, having no blouse but a sweater, stripped it off
first, then donned it again after removing her dress. She kept her back
turned while she was naked so that Brent couldn’t see her boobs. The
ladies liked being coy. I meanwhile, was forced to stand in the
altogether, showing my bush, my ass, my boobs. It made me feel wet,
being stripped naked and shown like this. To console myself in my
excitement, I bent my chin down and began licking honey and chocolate
off my chest. I felt warm, passionate. I wanted. I did not want to
wait, even if it hurt.
“No! Oh please, no!” Missy begged. Kerri seized her breasts
once more. She was bare-assed as her victim now, wearing only her fuzzy
sweater, her dress a crumpled pile on a chair. Jasmine strutted behind
Missy, taking up the crop again and swishing it ominously through the
air.
“She should be nice and bouncy,” Leslie observed, eyeing
Missy’s ass.
“Oh, she will be absolutely darling,” Jasmine replied. “She’ll
show us her ass like she’s never shown it to anyone. Do you have to pee
too, dear?”
“Yes,” Missy sobbed. She had her thighs tightly together and
she’d been moving her hips in little urgent circles ever since mounting
the chair.
“Well, don’t pee in it,” Jasmine warned.
“Oh, all I want to do is go pee and go home!” Missy declared.
“Shhh,” Kerri replied. She bit one of Missy’s nipples with her
teeth. A light little bite, but if Missy jerked suddenly it might prove
worse.
“Let’s see you jiggle that ass, honey!” Jasmine smiled. She
struck. Hard. Missy shouted and threw her face toward the ceiling.
Her mouth gasped open and her chest heaved forward. Kerri bit at her
boobs. Missy’s asscheeks contracted under the blow and then rebounded
reflexively. It looked as if twin marshmallow halves were being forced
in along a central line and then allowed to rise, as if in an oven; cake
dough rising in the heat.
“WaHOOOOO!” Missy stamped her feet in the seat of the chair and
sobbed bitterly. I tensed my own ass, watching. I would be next and
Jasmine would be no less severe with me. If anything, I’d get it
worse. I was older and, in her estimation, I could take more.
“Please Brent,” I said, turning to him again. I bowed my
knees, indicating my need. I wanted him, just him. I didn’t need these
stupid games. He grinned at me sardonically.
“I’m a man of many tastes,” he replied.
“You’re a pervert!” I hissed.
“Your ass will sing for that,” he said. He unzipped himself
and drew out his penis. He did not fear, I guess, the torture the
ladies had planned for it.
Jasmine paused and looked at Brent. “Don’t cum,” she warned
him. “You will endure our punishment more easily if your cock still
longs for pleasure.”
“I’ll do as I please,” Brent said. He began masturbating
himself. I felt shocked, watching him. Didn’t he want me? He didn’t
need to play with himself! I felt like dropping to my knees and sucking
him but I was repelled by the ease with which he dismissed me and
pleasured himself with the sight of Missy’s ass.
“I hate you,” I told Brent. He ignored me. Men! Why do they
think of nothing but their penises? The world would be much better, I
think, and men would be much better too, if men didn’t have penises.
But then, of course, they wouldn’t be men and...
“YEEEARGH!” Missy howled. Jasmine was striking her with
languid blows, each given after the girl had finished her dancing from
the one before. They were hard when they came. Hard and swift and
fast, but the interval inbetween was a time of pausing, of waiting, of
sips of tea and bites of crumpets. I was offered tea and accepted.
Jasmine poured it into my mouth for me. She tickled my nest.
“Delicious,” I heard Kerri say. I looked past Jasmine and saw
she was playing with Missy’s slit. Leslie frigged herself and Jasmine,
after tickling me, fondled herself.
“Ohhh, please don’t,” Missy sobbed. She had to pee badly and
Kerri’s tickling only made it worse. Missy squeezed her cheeks and her
breath hissed. Even tensing her bottom made it hurt now. Thin blazing
stripes crossed her behind. They were almost weals, but not quite.
“Another blow across any of those lines and she’ll be wealed
for sure,” Leslie observed.
“Then I’ll have to aim carefully, won’t I?” Jasmine called
out. She fingered my pussy as freely as if she were a nurse and I were
her patient. “Poor little Missy! Are you afraid I won’t be careful
enough in my aiming? Don’t jump around, dear, or you’ll be sorry!”
Jasmine looked at me and smiled. “Do you have to pee?” she
asked.
“A little,” I answered truthfully. “Then you must have more
tea,” Jasmine said. “I want you absolutely bursting when I put you up
on the chair.”
“No, please,” I said, but she fetched the teapot and made me
drink three whole cups. Brent observed me. He made sure I did just as
Jasmine insisted. The other girls watched too. They liked seeing me
prepared for my fate. The preparations of it were almost as much fun
for them as the doing of it.
“Let’s finish this little tart off,” Jasmine said when she’d
made me drink all I could and returned to Missy. With hissing strokes
she did her best to mark Missy in new places on her bottom. Missy
howled and pleaded, but there was no mercy. Her chubby bottom was
sliced up, leaving her looking like a tomato in back, blazing under the
heat of the lash.
“My such a fine shot I’ve been,” Jasmine observed. Missy
jiggled her poor huddled cheeks, sobbing on Kerri’s shoulder as the
woman tried to keep her as still as she could by mouthing the girl’s
tits.
“You’re no fun at all. You’ve been at this too long!” Leslie
observed. “Let me hit her. I’m sure I’ll miss and strike one of her
marks.”
“No, I’ll do it deliberately,” Jasmine answered. “I’ve got a
weal for you, dear Missy. Hold on tight!” Jasmine called. She struck
the girl hard where she’d been before, laying a stroke right over a
previous line. She hit the underside of Missy’s bottom. She’d feel it
most there. Missy threw her head back and howled like a banshee.
Kerri, forever consoling her, fed at her nipples. Missy’s tummy
expanded, teddy bear-like, then contracted as she drew in her
bottomcheeks. But she could not contain them for long, and they bounced
out again, shaking and saucily showing themselves.
“Ooooh, feel!” Jasmine said to Leslie. But Leslie could not
get at the girl for Jasmine placed her own palms there, right on Missy’s
little ass, feeling the warmth of the blows. Missy danced and bounced
in Jasmine’s hands. Her bottom rolled. Jasmine let her shake her hinds
against her palms and announced to us that it felt delightfully obscene.
“Poor little baby! You act like you’ve sat in a nest of
hornets!” Jasmine teased. Missy bawled and finally hung her head,
defeated. Jasmine had Leslie squirt lotion onto her hands and then she
palmed Missy’s bottom again, letting the girl grind her poor smarting
ass into the soothing lotion on her palms. It was a truly decadent
sight. Missy mouthed at the air, her eyes shut tight, her cheek resting
on Kerri’s shoulder. She offered her behind in brazen desperation to
Jasmine’s palms. A little while ago the girl would have balked at
letting Jasmine handle her bottom, yet now she desired it, urgently, and
felt no qualms about shoving her ass into Jasmine’s seeking hands.
I tensed my own bottom, watching. I could not bear this.
There must be some way out. I watched as Jasmine, bored at last with
Missy’s gyrations, opened her cheeks and stuck her thumb into Missy’s
hole.
“Oh! Yes! Please!” Missy cried. She did not mind being
cornholed now. Any attention was helpful. With lotion-slicked fingers
Jasmine fucked little Missy’s asshole. The girl simply accepted it,
even needed it, while in front Kerri teased her clit, stopping only when
Missy tensed on the brink of orgasm. Cumming was not permitted. Even
the ladies teased themselves only to the edge. All else must wait,
until the punishments were done.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Playboy Video Platinum Club Journal, Premiere Issue, Free. 8 1/2” x 11”
glossy four-page flier. 1-800-229-8730. Web: http://www.playboy.com
Review: I greatly enjoyed receiving this free magazine. On
page one, we are told, “As a teenager... Victoria [Silvstedt] was so
chunky that her mom had to put a lock on the refrigerator to keep
Victoria from snacking.” Since then Victoria has slimmed down, and gone
on to be a Playmate of the Month, Playmate of the Year, a model in
Paris, and the new Guess? jeans girl.
Inside, there is part one of “Hugh M. Hefner, Man with a
Vision”. I expected a boring ‘fluff’ bio, but instead found the article
to be quite interesting. We are told, “[Hefner] landed a... job as a
promotion copywriter at Esquire for $60 a week. ...When Esquire moved
its offices to New York, Hef’s request for a $5 raise was denied. So,
he decided to... start a magazine of his own.”
The magazine, of course, was Playboy. It might be of interest
to Esquire to know that, in my own life, I’ve purchased 2,459 issues of
Playboy. I’ve purchased one issue of Esquire. (The issue with Brooke
Shields on the cover.)
“At the start of the [1960’s], Hefner... hosted a popular
syndicated television show called ‘Playboy’s Penthouse’.” (This was at
least 5 years before the first issue of Penthouse magazine, published by
Bob Guccione.)
Dear Naughty Naked Dreamgirls,
“Keep putting out a hell of a mag! (My friends showed me an
old issue ... my jaw dropped.)” writes Jerry Williams.
[How about your pants? - Katie Pepperdine]
Goodbye Kiss
by Jerry Williams
Your green eyes come alive
framed by your pale face, and long mane of brown hair.
I mumble whispers, and you smile
in your quiet air.
I want your goodbye kiss.
I hold your hands,
and the touch of your lips drives me mad.
I pray the drunken rush of existence
doesn’t bury me under.
I feel sad in a nameless bittersweet sort of way
when I kissed you.
I choked on words I can’t utter,
before you go on your daily errands.
The electricity still evokes from my lips.
charles@dodgson.com writes: “I am still reading your novel,
Bikini Brigade. And you’ll be pleased to know that I found a great
photo of Pauline Praline. It’s in the December 22, 1997 issue of
Newsweek. It’s on page 42. It’s really a photo of JonBenet Ramsey, but
don’t you think she’d make a great Pauline Praline?”
holy joe replies: I agree. That’s a gorgeous photo of her.
Thanks for your research on this important topic.
AND IN THE END...
AMERICAN LAW
A Missed Opportunity?
“Oliver Cromwell’s administration outlawed Christmas in 1657.”
- Time, December 22, 1997, pg. 92.
(don’t give them any ideas... -h.j.)
-------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------
-Copyright 1997 Andrew Roller. Poem copyright 1997 Jerry Williams
-END OF 322 EMISSION
- “Christmas is the day ‘on which more sin and sacrilege is committed
than on any other day of the year.’” - Time, December 22, 1997, pg. 92.
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