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Subject: FUCK DECENCY 262 Bush League (nnd)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 262
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter One
"How many girls do you do this to?" I asked.
"Only the special ones, the ones that need it," she replied. Was
she keeping back half the truth from me, as I had about the reason for my
bottom? I couldn't tell. At least I did know she had a boyfriend, so there
was no question she was normal. Just a little helpful, that's all, for girls
who needed it, like me. In a previous generation she'd have handed out birth
control pills to someone like me, surreptitiously, or helped me find a doctor
willing to do an abortion. But now, with those things quite legal, she'd
moved on to other aspects of girls' sexuality, like helping them accept their
lover's big penises up their hineyholes.
"I'm going to lick you with my tongue to help you feel sensuous,"
Glenda told me. She was peering into my bottom now, having fetched back the
dildo from the ice tray.
"Alright," I agreed. I felt her fingers pressed hard to the insides
of my buttcrack. I was glad the whip had mostly missed that part of me.
Gentleness could not be had there if she was to help me.
"Play with yourself, Fleury," Glenda reminded me. As I felt her
tongue descend to the rim of my sphincter and lightly daub me there, I
slipped my hands down my belly, arching my bottom up to let myself find my
clit.
"Ooooh!" I sighed. Glenda's tongue stabbed within my sensitive hole
just as my fingers found my spot.
"Rub," Glenda reminded me, mangling her order a bit because her
tongue was sticking into my hole, making it actually sound more like "flub,"
but I knew what she meant.
The next few minutes passed quietly. Glenda, in no hurry, despite
the fact that her ass was mooning a door someone might walk through at any
moment, licked within my hiney hole, exploring it at first, then stabbing
more deeply, with firmness and determination. I played with myself quite
happily, not caring how silly we looked. I was glad to have something to
take my mind off the marks that scored the cheeks of my bottom. I would
never have agreed to be tongued like this if I hadn't been whipped, I
realized.
Glenda relubricated the Devil's Dildo when she felt I was finally
ready for it. She had to fetch a new bottle of lotion to do it. Then,
seeing that it had warmed because she'd taken it from the ice tray, she
popped it in the freezer for a few minutes and went back to licking like a
doggy with her tongue up my hole.
Finally all was ready. Glenda got the dildo, put just a dab more
lotion on it, and breathed on it for luck. Then she inserted the tip of it
in me, making me cry out.
"Oh, you mustn't scream," she said. She laid the dildo aside and
went to the countertop and fetched some cloth. Returning to me, standing
over my head, she bound my mouth with the cloth without bothering to ask my
permission. Then, after checking that I could still breathe through my nose,
she returned to my rear.
Every inch of the Devil's Dildo proved to be an agony. Although it
was thin, and I relaxed myself as best I could, Glenda insisted on squirting
icewater repeatedly up my anus to keep me in touch, as she said, with my
chocolate chute. The thing itched as it went up. It seemed to force the air
from my lungs. I felt as if I were a little champagne bottle and she was
stuffing the cork back into me. Finally, feeling quite frozen inside my
behind, she told me I'd taken it all. I couldn't believe it. Tears were
rolling down my cheeks from my exertions. I'd tried my best to let it in but
spent just as much time instinctively trying to expel it. It had wearied me.
The brandy was making me sleepy. I felt like I might need to poop soon.
Glenda gave me the rest of the ice water from the dildo's bladder. Then,
after all I'd gone through to have it put up me, she drew it out.
"What are you doing?" I heard Polly's voice pipe up as the extra
long Devil's Dildo was withdrawn, turd-like, from my anus. My shit lightly
coated its once flawless, gleaming metal sides, hiding its luster behind a
veil of my nether essence.
"Pooolly!" I cried, turning my head. My eyes, despite my tears,
looked guilty. I rubbed myself more furiously, seeing her. I was feeling
quite passionate now. Polly stood buck naked, shutting the door quietly
behind her as she entered our room.
"I took all my clothes off like they told me but nobody ever came,"
Polly explained.
"That's probably nurse Johnson," Glenda said, taking out my dildo.
"A real bitch. She's probably late because she's in court testifying why
some girl needs forcible psychiatric care."
Glenda took the dildo from my bottom and walked it over to the sink
and dropped it within its gleaming basin. She ran water over it to wash it
off. Polly, her bottom still red from her whipping, crept up to me and
examined my violated hole.
"Why are you having this done?" Polly asked. Tenderly she touched
me where the dildo had just come out. Her snub nose wriggled a little at
seeing the shit smeared round the edge of my sphincter.
"Polly, have you ever played with yourself?" Glenda asked her.
"'Course," Polly admitted, with a sheepish look on her face.
Instinctively she let her hand slip down to her soft pubis and touch
herself.
"Good. That's just what I want you to do in a minute, after you
help me get into this Master John," Glenda told her. "I'm glad you're here.
I might have had to untie Fleury and get her to help me. This thing is way
fucking big and heavy and it's hard to hold it up and tie it on at the same
time, especially if you're just a girl. I'm not used to hauling a big pecker
around with me, you know."
"Gooosh!" Polly exclaimed as she saw Glenda bend down and take a
massive sausage-sized dildo out of the fridge. It looked like it was made of
pliable rubber, but some wicked soul had decided to store it in the fridge
anyway, just to make a girl like me more miserable. Glenda beckoned Polly
over to her.
"It's cold," Polly said, touching her fingers to the big sausage.
"Yes, it's been in the refrigerator, Polly," Glenda replied, stating
the obvious. "There, I've got the straps untangled. Polly, when I pass them
under myself and back around behind myself, I want you to tie them all
together, okay? Just use the drawstrings."
"I'm glad I learned to tie my shoes," Polly admitted, seeing all the
laces dangling from the ends of the Master John's straps. Together the two
of them got the devilish thing wrapped round Glenda's pussified loins, making
her look like a man when they were all done.
Glenda sauntered over to me, looking more confident than I'd ever
seen her. The big wangling sausage-shaped dildo bounced stiffly between her
Venus-like legs. She was truly a creature God had never intended, and she
was about to put the world's biggest dildo up my quite small hole.
"I left the balls off," Glenda told me, getting on my table with me
and mounting my bottom. "I figured you'd have enough weight bearing down on
you without those being added. They make bowling balls look like something
little girls play jacks with," she laughed. With total disregard for the
state of my bottom she gripped my cheeks and yanked them hard apart. I cried
out but my gag stifled my scream.
"Oh, don't hurt her!" Polly admonished.
"Play with yourself, Polly," Glenda told her. Polly seemed
hesitant. "Or I'll ram it up you next," she added.
"Okay!" Polly replied anxiously. She was getting hot just watching
me and she began twiddling with her spot now, not wanting to be punished and
feeling a little like she might enjoy an orgasm anyway. Glenda pushed the
giant dildo head against my sphincter.
"Relax, Fleury," she ordered me. "Is the brandy helping?"
"Yes," I admitted. I was feeling quite sleepy and my hiney cheeks
seemed to be growing apart from me. I felt her hands on my bottom but
despite the pain of her firm touch I did not cry out.
"Here goes," Glenda said. She gritted her teeth and shoved hard
with the sausage against my hole. There was no give. She pushed again,
harder. I screeched into my gag as I suddenly felt just the nose of the
thing somehow nudge its way into me.
"No more! No more!" I exclaimed, quite awake now, but still feeling
a little sleepy in my hiney cheeks, as if they'd gone to sleep like your foot
sometimes does. Had there been novocaine mixed in with the ice water inside
the other dildo's bladder?
"Yes, Fleury, it must happen sometime," Glenda admonished. "Don't
worry, I won't break you," she added. "I'm being as careful as I can."
Polly stood in the corner, by the countertop, with its neat row of
implements, watching with wide eyes and rubbing herself ever more briskly.
Her small titties shook with delicious little tremors, big for her age but
still nowhere as big as Glenda's juggernauts, full-gown women's tits bouncing
above her ribs as she drew in her breath and impaled me more fully on her
fake man-sized cock. Giant-sized, I should say. I felt as if an entire
sausage-like beanstalk were being forced up me. Jack would have fared better
if he'd been caught and punished by the Giant in the land above the clouds.
"Oooooh, it's so naughty!" Polly exclaimed suddenly. She rushed up
as if to save me but, at the last minute, she licked one of her fingers and
poked it within Glenda's behind.
"Polly, don't fuck ME!" Glenda cried, but it was no use. Having
found Glenda's hole, Polly jammed her finger into it and began screwing my
nurse.
"Oh, please, stop," Glenda told Polly, bearing down on me and making
me take a bit more of the sausage cock as she herself found that her clit was
as close to orgasm as mine was.
"Yesssss!" I screamed suddenly, finding mine, and I felt hot rushes
of heat blow up within my legs even as I strove to expel the refrigerated
sausage from my hiney. Glenda bucked atop me, striving to impale me more but
winding up with Polly's finger digging more intrusively into her own hole
instead. There was just no way that sausage was going to get up me, no
matter how much spiked brandy she fed me or novocaine she put up my butt.
"Yeah, yeah, youuu get it toooo," Polly exclaimed, rubbing herself
furiously now as she stuck Glenda's big mommie's bottom with her finger.
"Ahhh, I'm sorry Fleury but I'm cummmmingggg!" Glenda cried. She
bounced her sausage ever more deeply and penetratingly upon my widespread
hole, finally piercing me a little with its big blunt nose, as the strap
which held it on made her clit shiver with spendings.
As soon as we'd all cum it was over. Glenda dismounted me a little
sheepishly, feeling foolish bound up round her cunny in a big manly cock.
Polly went to the countertop and made a point of wiping her finger very well
upon a handful of kleenex. I suspected she'd never put it up a woman's
bottom before, and she said nothing of it, as if hoping we'd forget. Glenda
untied me like a butcher giving a calf a reprieve. I got up, with a little
help from her, and found it awkward to sit upon my bottom, still sore and now
so fully violated, with a little of the sleepiness still shivering within it.
We wiped ourselves with kleenex at the sink as best we could. Then
Glenda and I dressed, silently. No mention was made of inspecting my
breasts, my sex, my belly. This examination had obviously taken longer than
most already. When she was fully dressed again Glenda looked in the mirror
over the sink and adjusted her hat. "Tell Rose I'll see that your parents
are informed that we're following up on all available leads," she said.
"Rose is a bush leaguer, my boyfriend says, when it comes to bondage, but
I'm sure you'll have fun anyway."
"A bush leaguer?" Polly asked.
"My boyfriend would really rough you up," Glenda explained. "He
hasn't me yet, but I saw photos of his last girlfriend. I keep teasing him.
Wish me luck," she smiled.
"You want to be roughed up?" I asked her.
"Why do you think I'm a nurse?" she replied. "I like it rough. I
became a nurse so I'd understand myself better, although my boyfriend says I
should have majored in psychology instead. I need to understand myself
physically so I can keep things from going too far, but still push them all
the way, you know?" Polly just stared at her. She was still nude. We'd
have to go down the hall and fetch her clothes for her.
"Don't bump into me in a dark alley, kid," Glenda said to Polly,
grinning. She put her finger under the girl's chin and kissed her lightly on
the nose.
We emerged from the child protective services building like two
children just released from school. Our blouses were white and crisp, our
neckties straight, our skirts pleated and primly worn. Polly delighted in
bouncing down the building's front steps and watching her titties shake. I
had my bra on underneath my blouse. I didn't want to take any chances until
we were completely out of sight of the Stalinesque building behind us. I
tried not to think of what might have happened to us if our indiscretions
with Glenda had been discovered. Well, it was not our fault if our physicals
got a little too physical, was it? I suspected we would have been implicated
somehow. And Glenda wouldn't have been able to send us back to Rose. I
wiped my forehead with my hand. The afternoon had settled in, full with the
heat of the latter part of the day. I need my pool. Rose's pool. I needed
to be naked again and swimming in its cool waters. Or playing inside with
whipped cream. I wondered what Louis and Andre were up to. Did they still
have all that sperm in their balls that they'd still had when Polly and I had
left them? I doubted it, but Rose I suspected was a little more bloated
perhaps in her tummy, if they really filled her up like they seemed capable
of doing when we left.
I took Polly's hand.
"The limo should be here any minute," I told her.
"I get Centipede on the ride back," she replied.
"Okay," I agreed.
Chapter Two
We returned to the castle. Stepping out of the limo, I gazed up at
it. From a solid facade vine-covered spires rose up to pierce the high,
scudding clouds. The driver ushered us inside. Polly was still playing
Centipede. He had to guide her steps to keep her from stumbling on the
stairs that led up the castle door. He was like Lurch, our driver. Tall,
silent, tuxedoed, with big hands and a bow tie. I turned my face up and
looked at him but he ignored me.
"Are you gay?" I needled him.
"I," he paused. "I serve," was all he said in reply. Nothing more.
A mysterious man.
Inside we found Rose sitting in the parlor with Louis and Andre.
They were each reading a newspaper, she was knitting. I let my eyes flit
over their crotches but saw no sign of movement. Just as I suspected. But
they were hardy men. They'd be up for more antics soon, I had no doubt. As
for me, I was feeling a bit sleepy, despite the sunshine outside.
"How was your visit to child protective services?" Rose asked. She
did not look up from her knitting.
"Fleury tried to take the world's biggest prick up her bottom,"
Polly reported. Rose cocked her eyebrow. "Really?" she asked, still
knitting. "Was it bigger even than Louis's?"
"Of course it was bigger than Louis's!" Polly replied, as I stood
blushing beside her.
"What?" Louis asked, looking up for the first time from his paper.
He turned to Rose. "I thought you sent them to child protective services!"
He seemed jealous. Despite his thoroughly relaxed crotch.
"I did, darling," Rose replied to Louis. She pulled the yarn
through her knitting and lofted it high, finishing off a corner of the pouch
she was sewing.
"You don't have to insult my cock just because you don't like it,"
Louis said to both Polly and I, thinking, perhaps, that we were in cahoots in
her comments.
"I like your cock, Louis, but this one was bigger," Polly teased.
She sashayed past him.
holy joe's
GREATEST POETRY
of the hour
Ah, Claire
Who art so bare!
Already I am there
Shooting into your lovely 12-year-old hair
Sucking on your growing tits
Shall I equip you with a bit?
How kinky it would be, seeing it.
And if I whacked your ass
And made you say "Alas!"
And smelt any gas you passed
(Not to be crass)
I would be in Heaven at last!
But really I'm just sitting here,
Holding my dick like it's a spear
And pulling on it
And (oh, shit.)
That's it!
(if I think up any other drivel, rest assured I'll give it worldwide
distribution - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
"There is a mind-numbing glut of first-person, confessional, self-centered,
solipsistic poetry out there."
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