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Subject: FUCK DECENCY 260 NEW! Bush League (nnd)
ATTENTION CHRISTIANS!
Question: At what point does reading this sinful material begin to
affect your immortal soul?
Perhaps you should worry more about your soul, and less about mine.
Just think, if you do read too many sex stories, and your soul is
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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 260
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Three
And at last I could say the name of Rose's castle to myself. It was
Cunt Castle. "Cunt Castle," I said aloud to Louis, looking up at him
sweetly.
"Yes," he replied. He touched my cunny and rubbed me gently,
sticking himself in a little bit. Feeling his fingers in me I fondled his
cock. That was what belonged in me, but we were just playing now, allowing
ourselves these few special moments before retreating to a bed in the castle.
We would spend the afternoon jousting, I knew. Him with his cock and me
with my bottom and slit.
Andre and Polly drew close. I looked at her. I tugged Louis'
fingers out of my slit and went to her. I put my arm around her waist. I
was slightly taller. I gazed into her uplifted eyes.
Maria passed in front of us. She had an umbrella over her head to
protect her wrinkled features from the sun. Lightly I reached out and
plucked it from her fingers. I lifted it over my head, then passed it over
Polly's so that it would shelter her the most, me a little less.
Maria stood, looking at me. She had been tasked with walking Rose's
dalmatian and she did not like having her umbrella stolen. She had so many
chores. Our brunch waited to be cleared away, yet she'd been given yet
another job. The dalmatian strained at its leash, eager for its walk. I
think there was a female dog down by the worker's huts, in heat, hoping her
savior might come to visit her. Was Maria to mate the dogs? I did not know.
"Come, Polly," I said to my girlfriend. I brushed past Maria. Let
her work for us, just as Polly and I worked for Louis and Andre. Let her
always be in attendance on us.
"Walk the dog, Maria," I said to her, commanding her, and I relished
my new attitude of command. With my arm around Polly's waist, holding her
close, I walked her toward the house. Andre and Louis followed. They
watched our alluring bottoms, all red from their punishment and, I doubted
not, due to receive more before our stay at the castle was over. But I did
not mind. We had come here to try new things.
"What- what are we going to dooo?" Polly asked me. I let my eyes
fall upon her breasts and I watched as their tips stemmed with wiggling
pleasure into the mid-day sun.
"I'm going to serve you for dessert," I said to her, thinking
quickly. Yes. I would lay her out on a sofa, her hands pressed to her
sides, and squirt whipped cream on her as she lay watching me. I would stand
over her and decorate her, freely showing my bush, both of us quite nude.
Our boyfriends would watch, astonished, waiting for the scrumptious dessert
to be served. And we'd eat her then, feeding like Romans at an orgy, all of
us naked as she, but she at least clothed in whipped cream and syrup.
And we'd invite Rose. And she'd be delighted by my inventiveness.
She would partake of Polly with us. I smacked my lips and gazed into
Polly's eyes. She was breathless with excitement.
"Served for dessert?" she asked. She'd lost enough of her
babyishness in her whipping last night to know not to protest.
"Yes," I replied. "As girls, Polly, we must know what our foremost
duty is."
"Waht's that?" she asked, mangling her question a little in her
excitement.
"To serve men," I said. And, glancing over my shoulder, I knew that
before I left this strange castle I'd see Andre, at least, reduced to dessert
himself, his cock stemming up through Cool-Whip, streaked with chocolate
syrup, just as Jack's had been. The thought made me shiver right through to
the depths of my belly. "To serve men," I said again, and we walked with
swinging bottoms into the cool, shadowed sanctuary of the castle.
THE END
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter One
I was being held captive in a castle by my boyfriend. His name's
Louis. It's every girl's fantasy, I suppose. Or at least, it was mine. I
think. Sometimes these things just happen. At least I had my friend Polly
to keep me company. She's such a baby. We both had just received our first
real whipping, the night before, and Polly had been told to count off the
strokes. She lost track of the numbers. That, at least, is what Rose told
me. She's our mistress. She makes sure we get our 'just desserts,' so to
speak, and I was just thinking of turning Polly into a dessert when Rose
interrupted us in the kitchen.
"There you are!" Rose said to us. I was standing with a can of
whipped cream in my hand, with Polly laid out on the kitchen table, waiting,
and Andre and Louis each standing alongside the table, letting her fondle
their cocks. We were all quite naked. "You girls have an appointment with
child protective services," Rose told Polly and I. "I'm sorry, men, but the
girls have got to go into town," she told our boyfriends. They looked quite
dejected, suddenly, despite the fact that Polly still was playing with their
penises. "You didn't think you could just steal these girls away from their
parents without somebody snooping about, did you?" she asked them. "Be
realistic, men. Even in Argentina someone's bound to hop about when parents
call in about their missing daughters. Especially such young teens as these.
The fact that your girlfriends are each blessed with big bosoms doesn't
change the fact that they're both just 13 and 14. Be glad this is Argentina,
not America. I've arranged for a sympathetic interview. With luck, they may
be back by afternoon." Gently but firmly Rose disengaged our adult
boyfriend's members from Polly's small hands. Their pricks quivered with
their need.
"God, let us just cum, then," Louis groaned, and I was surprised to
see him beg. Usually he was quite manly, suppressing his need, letting us
play with him until we were ready.
"You've already gone twice this morning," Polly scolded him, rising
from the table and whacking his cockhead with her erect pointing finger. She
winced as she felt the effects of the whipping on her bottom. The pain
lingered still, though it was a fuller, more beautific pain now, if you let
yourself think about it a certain way. It sort of glowed over my bottom, and
hers too, I imagine, except where the single weal I'd been given still made a
knot of unremitting sharpness within my skin.
Polly scooted herself down off the kitchen table and patted her
bottom with both her hands to try to brush away the pain. We weren't bruised
or anything, as I've heard sometimes happens to women. We'd just been given
good paddlings, that's all, but with some fearsome implements. They'd scored
our heinies but been kept from really hurting us. Rose had a sheepish hand
when it came to disciplining a girl. She tried to be rough and tough but her
gentle side always won out. This I was to learn in more detail at my
appointment.
"Don't blame me. They just called," Rose said to our boyfriends
about child protective services. She hustled Polly and I out of the kitchen
and upstairs to my bedroom where, laid out on clean sheets were prim
schoolgirl uniforms. "It's a school day, girls, in case you didn't notice,"
Rose smiled at Polly and I. "Get dressed quickly and try not to put too much
makeup on. I need you both to look like innocents, not whores."
We nodded. She made us both visit the tub first. We did each
other's bottoms, since they were still quite sore from last night. Then we
slipped into our new clothes and raced each other down the front staircase
and out to Rose's limo.
Rose did not accompany us. I have a sneaking suspicion she stayed
behind to attend to Louis and Andre's penises. After all, they'd both been
sporting huge erections, and at a place like Rose's, nicknamed Cunt Castle,
they were sure to find some female to relieve themselves in. People seemed
to come and go quite regularly. Rose was always entertaining new guests.
And then there were her special guests, like Polly and I, kept for days
there just because she liked us and felt we were especially pretty. I
wondered if she were a lesbian. I mean, she couldn't be, could she? Rose
liked men as much as she liked girls and women. I guess she liked all the
flavors of the rainbow, sexually. But, as I was soon to learn, she was just
getting started in this sort of play.
"It hurts to sit on my bottom," Polly told me. "Especially for long
periods."
"You sat on the chaise lounge out by the pool okay," I told her.
Rose had supplied the limo with hand held video games this morning, perhaps
expecting that we'd have trouble sitting still. I'd gotten in first and
claimed Centipede. I think Polly was less than satisfied with being stuck
with Space Invaders. It's such an old, boring game.
"Well, I guess..." Polly began, and then made a grab for my
centipede game.
"No! Polly! I got it first!" I told her.
"Oh, this is stupid," Polly complained. She yanked at the necktie
of her schoolgirl uniform, a big floppy decorative bow, loosening it.
"Polly, you have to be good and look like a proper little girl or
we'll be sent back to our parents," I warned her.
"I don't like wearing clothes anymore," she said frankly. "I just
want to swim in my pool and not wear anything!"
"It's not your pool, it's Rose's," I replied.
"I have a pool at my house," she told me proudly.
"Do your mom and dad let you skinny dip in it?" I asked pointedly.
"No," Polly said, and went back to concentrating on Space Invaders.
"Maybe if you played at something more sophisticated than the Teddy
Bear level you'd enjoy the game more," I suggested. There was an electric
picture of a teddy bear's face in the corner of her screen.
"I can't WIN at the other levels," Polly replied.
"Oh well, if you're good and don't undress yourself I'll switch with
you on the way back," I promised her.
"Okay," Polly answered. She seemed happy now. She zapped the
descending aliens with increasing success.
"I'm almost up to two million points!" Polly declared as we finally
approached the child protection building.
"Well, get ready to quit. We're almost there," I told her, looking
out the window.
"Now I just want to play Space Invaders for the rest of my life,"
Polly admitted.
Our driver escorted us up into the big Child Protective building.
It looked like a structure Stalin had designed. It was shaped like a box,
stretching toward the sky like the Tower of Babel, and each window had been
carefully fitted with bars to make sure none of the protected children
decided to seek independence.
Frederick, our driver, turned us over to someone at the door. He
looked mean. A short, fat man with a handlebar mustache. He had a big
nametag on. With a very officious demeanor he led us up to the front desk
and turned us over to the lady there. She glanced up at us from behind
granny glasses.
"You will be called when I'm ready for you," the woman told us. She
pointed to some empty chairs beyond a door, and the fat man took us through
the door, which had a pane of heavy, unbreakable glass in it. We sat down
and the fat man left, locking the door on his way out. Polly and I sat on
hard plastic chairs, not the least comfortable, and found ourselves staring
out at the woman behind the desk.
"What do we do now?" Polly asked me. She tried shifting her weight
to get her bottom more comfortable but it was no use.
"Try to look good. Read a magazine," I said absently to her, as
distracted as she was at the uncomfortable nature of our seats.
Polly glanced around. On a nearby platform (it posed as a table but
was nothing but a square of plastic stuck between two chairs) some magazines
lay. Polly, glad for an excuse to get up, walked over the table. She bent
to look at the magazines and I smiled to myself as I saw her dress lift up in
back to show the tops of her white schoolgirl stockings. They kept her legs
clad in white worsted right up to mid-thigh, but above her legs gleamed out
like tanned columns of cinnamon. A little higher and one might see her white
undies, if she bent over more. Pull them down and her marks from the
whipping would show.
VIDEO REVIEWS
by holy joe
Sensual Pleasures, $14.95. VHS, Color, 85 minutes. Item Number: ED0543.
EDDE Entertainment.
Review: Let's have a look at the box first. It's great. Lots of
beautiful females, all blondes, sensuously exploring each others' bodies. I
must admit that the photo on the back of the box is what really got me going:
two sleepy-eyed blondes, lying on their tummies in bed, with their bare
asses sticking up innocently at me. Naturally, they're both looking back
over their shoulders at me, as if to say, "You wouldn't be having any naughty
thoughts about our bottoms, would you?"
Certainly not. Not if the tape is from EDDE.
I've bought four tapes from EDDE. (Available at SunCoast Video
stores.) The first was titled "Nude Nurses." It had awful-looking girls in
it, and was really dopey. But there was ONE excellent babe in it, and she
was worth the price of the video.
Next, I bought "Nude Prisoners." The excellent-looking babe is
back, but this time she's naked in prison. Unfortunately, that video was
really boring. About all that happened in it is that the good-looking babe,
and two shitty ones, undress in a prison cell.
Next I bought "Nude Birthday Party." By now I had some misgivings
about EDDE, but I figured it was worth a try. After all, nude girls blowing
on party favors and smooshing cake in each others' faces was surely on the
video, right? Wrong. It is a totally boring video. The girls are all dogs
and they do NOTHING interesting.
And so, it was with great trepidation that I coughed up the money
for this video. But, you know, with such a great box, I just had to try it.
Big mistake. This box has nothing to do with the movie inside. The
movie is actually from the 1970's! Can you believe that? It is a very,
very, very tame 1970's "sex" movie, with no sex in it. The film is really
old and grainy. The men, frankly, look better than the women, so if you're
into cute young men, you may find this film of interest. (They all have
"Luke Skywalker" haircuts.)
Only at the very end of this old, 1970's movie is there anything of
even negligible interest. At the very end, in a dark room, a (cute) guy and
a (not so cute) girl have a pillow fight. For whatever reason, the pillow
fight is shown at a very high rate of speed. (Maybe EDDE was running out of
video tape, as they were re-taping this for the 90's.)
After the pillow fight, the guy and the girl hop into bed. They
stop fighting, spontaneously, and begin kissing. Meanwhile, the girl had
been sharing a bed with a nude girlfriend. She wakes up, sees the girl and
the guy kissing, and joins them. That was, I admit, quite erotic. But the
scene of her intruding upon and then sharing their kiss lasts less than 30
seconds.
After kissing, the two girls and the guy lie down. Next is a very
brief scene of feathers being placed upon one of the girl's tummies and then
being blown off. Actually, you don't see the feathers being put on the
tummy. (They appear, as if by magic, thanks to spliced tape in the editing
room.) You just see them being blown off, as weird 1970's "sex tape" music
plays in the background.
That's it. One shitty little scene, that lasts less than 30
seconds, on this 85 minute tape. Don't be fooled by the wording on the box,
which reads: "UNRATED VERSION." There's nothing but (boring) nudity on this
tape, and sexless 'sex' scenes. And, like I said, the quality of the tape,
visually, is atrocious.
Don't buy from EDDE. No matter how much you might like the box,
skip anything marked "EDDE." You'll just be left high and dry, like when you
first came into the video store, looking for something juicy to watch. (But
you'll be $15.00 poorer.)
AND IN THE END...
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