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Subject: FUCK DECENCY 253 Cunt Castle (nnd)
V O L U N T E E R , A M E R I C A
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"Ooooh! Ooooh! Teddy, please, stop poking me with your thing!"
Bethany cried out. Her finger worked greedily in her slit and her head was
flung back. Her eyes remained closed. Did she dream about being fucked by
her teddy bear?
PARTY PUSSIES
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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 253
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Two
Louis, moved to expose himself again, walked up behind Rose and
prepared to jettison his load right in her lovely hair. Andre did the same.
"No!" Bev and I cried, but it was too late. They were highly
excited, I could tell, by the stiffness of their erections, and even Polly,
though fearing the night ahead, could not help but run up to Rose and begin
frigging herself again, as if she had a penis just like the men did, except,
of course, she didn't.
"Aghghg!" Andre shouted suddenly, and his spunk lavished itself upon
Rose's hair. He served as an obscene inspiration for Louis, who jettisoned
his load next, with as troubled a shout as Andre had just offered.
Simultaneously, though longer in cuming, but climaxing just in time, Jack
spurted into Rose's face. And little Polly, not wishing to be left out,
despite being a girl, arched her hips forward, spread her legs, got halfway
over Rose's head, and peed on it. In amazement I watched her little stream
as it burst out of her and she tinkled right on our loving mistress, mingling
her pee with the heady-smelling sperm of Andre, Louis, and Jack.
When all were finished, Bev turned and found the tub almost full to
overflowing. She turned off the water, mooning us in the process with her
glorious bottom. Then we got out of our things, all of us, me and Polly
keeping on only our collars and manacles, and we all went splashing into the
tub. When we were all ensconced within it, I heard a clinking bucket. The
maid appeared, Maria, big in girth but otherwise silent. She put the bucket
under the sink, filled it, and then put it down on the floor and put a mop
into it. As we sat, luxuriating in the bubbles of the bath and savoring our
spent loins, she mopped up the floor.
In the intoxicatingly hot water, which made me, I confess, a little
sleepy, after all my exertions, the men's pricks arose again. Polly spotted
the first one. Andre was lying back, his head against a folded, partly wet
towel. Rose had positioned herself adroitly between Andre and Louis, and I
think was fondling their balls encouragingly under the water. Polly had
consoled herself to her bath by sailing the rubber ducky around the tub. As
she passed it by Andre, her titties scooping up foam as she glided amongst
the bubbles layering the water's surface, Andre's penis suddenly stuck up
like a periscope.
"Oooh, don't bump my ducky," Polly reproved her lover, and seemed
quite serious, saying it, as if she now preferred her childhood toy to his
massive erection. Andre was the youngest male. I guess that's why he
recovered the quickest. Just the sight of little Polly being herself, so
innocent and pure, yet so 'well-rounded,' as one might say, excited his loins
anew. Louis followed shortly, then Jack. I guess we had a trio of rather
stalwart men. I figured Rose picked them precisely because they could serve
so many cunts so well. No nerdyboys were allowed at the castle, I don't
think. You had to be able to get up and stay up, and cum repeatedly when
asked to. Boys who came to soon or men who couldn't find the inspiration
were kept away. Although, no doubt, at times Rose trained even these males,
if they could find the money to pay her. But guys like Andre and Louis and
Jack were what she preferred. She liked to play with her guests; test them,
provoke them, make them wait and then make them cum more times than they
thought possible.
Andre suggested that we have an orgy in the tub. Rose placed a
fingertip atop his penis, and Louis's, rubbing their slits and feeling the
first oozings of newly created pre-cum bubble up from them.
"Not until after the girls have been whipped," Rose said quietly.
Andre's cock quivered as he contemplated the fate of his little lover.
Polly pretended not to hear. Louis seemed unaffected. I shrank down in the
bubbles, instinctively, and felt back behind myself. Was I really to be
whipped? Rose kept teasing Polly and I with the thought of it, so much so I
no longer knew whether it was just to keep us under her thumb or whether she
truly intended it.
"Ah, I have been trained in the art of the whip," Bev sighed. To my
surprise she lifted the riding crop I'd last seen in the bedroom from beneath
the water. Foam dripped from it as she held it aloft and twirled it. Had
Maria slipped it to her somehow, while I was watching Polly sail her duck?
Polly and I both felt our eyes riveted by the implement. We knew that its
most likely target was us. Bev took the crop and kissed its looped tip.
Leather, made to bite and dig into the buttocks, or whisk across it,
depending on the wielder's skill and spite. Bev extended her tongue and ran
the leather stick across it. The crop was longer than most, giving it an
extra whippy spring. "I began as a submissive, of course, a 'bottom,'" Bev
laughed, using the term of the S&M trade. "It began one night in a
nightclub. I was dancing with this guy, a little bored. He knew the owner.
There was a spare room. My boyfriend, a different guy from Jack at the
time" (she smiled at her new love) "invited a woman to hold me. The three of
us, plus the owner, went into the room and the next thing I knew my boyfriend
and the woman volunteer were bending me over the pool table. I didn't know
what to think. Beyond the door, everyone else was still dancing, the music
was still playing, drinks were still being served. The woman, going round in
front of me and holding down my wrists against the surface of the table, told
me to scream freely. No one would hear, with the music blasting away out on
the dance floor. Or if they did, just a little, they would think it was
something mixed in with the endlessly segued songs.
"Then my boyfriend whipped me, using his belt. I'd done nothing
wrong. He was just bored, that's all, and I was too, until I'd realized what
I'd gotten myself into! The owner snapped pictures of my gasping face for my
boyfriend to keep as souvenirs. I shouted for him not to, but he ignored me.
The woman bent forward over the table and kissed me and told me not to
worry. When it was over she helped me replace my dress and straighten it.
Then we went back out onto the dance floor, and my bottom couldn't keep
still! Everyone must have thought I'd taken lessons, in that back room. In
fact I'd learnt my lesson."
And it was, ultimately, according to Bev, that a sound thrashing
could be fun. I doubted that. Louis told of the differences he'd discovered
between using a paddle with a hole in it and one without.
"It swings faster if you drill a hole in it, but the splat from a
completely solid paddle is somehow more satisfying," Louis commented, and Bev
agreed.
"Don't forget a good bedroom slipper," Jack offered. "I find that's
best sometimes." Bev exchanged a knowing glance with him. "Sometimes she'll
come to bed in the sexiest nightie after I've been slaving away all day at
work. I mean, how can I service her if she's that much hotter than I am? I
do a lot of outdoor work. It keeps me fit but it can be backbreaking
sometimes. So I give her a good whacking with a bedroom slipper, just to
burn off some of her energy. I lay her across my belly and pull her panties
down so her bottom is unprotected. Then, while I'm just relaxing, lying back
and watching the Tonight Show, I give her repeated whacks on her ass.
Whenever I feel like it, you know? If Leno tells a stupid joke, WHACK! If
a dumb commercial comes on, WHACK! And I don't spare her none, no. I want
her bawling her head off by the end of the broadcast. Then, when she's
weeping and feeling sorry for herself, I mount her and make slow love to her,
at my own pace, with her underneath me quivering and crying.
The conversation continued like this, each participant in the tub,
while enjoying the silky smooth water, telling of a favorite experience with
the whip. I didn't really have any, and Polly had none at all. I offered my
Abandon Gardens story, then wished I hadn't, because Rose seemed more
determined than ever to outdo what had been done to me there. Polly,
sometimes sailing her ducky, sometimes listening raptly, said nothing at all.
Except, at the very end, she admitted she'd been paddled once at school for
not doing her homework.
"Three swats," she said. "My teacher told us he'd spank us if we
didn't bring our homework. So, the next day, guess who forgot hers? Me. So
he took me outside and made me bend over and he paddled me with all the other
kids listening. He got in trouble, though. I think they took him to jail or
something. Mommie said he shouldn't have done that. So when I told her she
called the school and he got in lots of trouble. At least I hope he did."
Polly ended her story and we all sat looking at her. She was so darling,
with a little frosting of bubblebath on the tip of her nose, unnoticed by
her, making her look even younger than she usually did. I was but a year
older, but I felt much older. I'd had adventures. While I tried to be my
most mature, Polly seemed to relish playing a spoilt baby. I could never
entirely figure out whether she did it deliberately, or by accident.
We were quite a bunch, lying there in the tub, on our backs, two
grown women and two girls, with Maria mopping up and then changing the sheets
in the bedroom next door. Rose with her dark hair, loosed in the tub so she
could wash the men's sperm from it. Andre picked up a nearby bottle of
shampoo and dunked Rose under the water as we talked. Several times, to get
her hair wet. Then he squirted the shampoo on her and began slicking it
through her hair with his hands. He seemed to enjoy it. Louis plucked at
Rose's nipples and commented on the beauty of her glistening white breasts.
They bobbed like marshmallows on the water, half-submerged. Rose shut her
eyes and let the two men admire and play with her. Louis found her clit and
made her gasp with little gasps of pleasure as Andre played bathtub
beautician with her hair. Bev took to necking with Jack, leaving me to
Polly. I asked her if I could sail her duck and she let me, just a little,
all the while telling me I was not doing it right.
"Ducky doesn't go in reverse!" Polly scolded me, watching intently.
"Ducky is made of rubber. He can go any way I want him to," I
answered.
"Ooooh! I don't like my ducky going backwards!" Polly said.
"It's not yours. It belongs to Rose," I reminded her. And so on.
Tit for tat, until Polly grabbed her duck back from me.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Mayfair, Volume 32, Number 2, $6.99. E-mail: mayfair@pr-org.co.uk
Review: What is it about Claire Cass? She's back again, in another
issue of Mayfair. Once again she's the centerfold. Despite all the other
gorgeous girls in this issue, I'm once again jacking off to Claire.
Why is this girl so fantastic? I really can't explain it. Her eyes
are too small. Her breasts are too small. Yet there is something truly
marvelous about her. I could probably spend the rest of my life buying
Mayfair and looking at her. Of course, if I saw her walking down the street,
I assume I'd pay her no attention. I'd just say, "Ho hum, another girl with
no tits." (Cause they're quite small.) Yet, in the magazine, I'm utterly
infatuated with her.
I've been masturbating over new Claire Cass pictorials for so long,
I feel like I'm married to her! Every month she appears, and every month I
go running down to Tower. I always want to be sure to get a good copy. This
month's issue came out early. It was almost sold out when I wandered into
Tower, looking for other magazines. I barely avoided getting the last,
heavily dented copy of Mayfair.
Can someone explain why I like Claire so much? I always thought I
had very rigid standards of female beauty. They determined precisely, with
dispassionate scientific accuracy, how much I liked a girl. Cute face, big
(but not enormous) bosoms, long legs, etc. Points were awarded for each.
There were various "fudge factors" built in over the years, depending on
which asset appealed to me at the moment. But despite the "fudge factors"
(Einstein's theory of Relativity has them too), everything was exact and
precise. Simply add up the qualities on a girl, and you'd find out exactly
what my opinion of her was.
Yet here is Claire. She doesn't meet my standards. And this is her
umpteenth pictorial. You'd think, even if I liked her, that I'd be getting
bored with her by now. But I'm not! I love this month's pictorial of Claire
very much! When I got home from Tower I bent down on my knees and prayed to
God. I thanked Him for sending me to Tower on a day when I mightn't have
gone, enabling me to purchase this very important Mayfair. When this month
is over, I'll probably decide, once again, that of all the pictorials I saw
this month, Clair's was the best. Sorry, Playboy! Sorry, Penthouse! Sorry,
Hustler! Sure, I'll probably cough up the dough for your issues too, and
enjoy them, but I know I'll remember Claire most.
This month Claire plays a bride. We see her all dressed up for her
wedding. She's standing, though, in front of a bed. You know this is going
to be a GREAT wedding ceremony, because the vows are going to be skipped
entirely!
Turning the page, we see Claire begin to undress. What a wonderful
shot there is of her! We see just a bit of her bra strap showing, as she
unzips her wedding gown. Now, this is a great photo! Bob Guccione would
say, "Where's the cunt? You've got to be able to see her cunt!" Don't
worry, Bob. There is a cunt shot coming up, but how delicious it is to see
Claire just beginning to undress. Too many porn publishers think the
customer is only interested in gynecological shots. Yet here we have a pure,
simple bride, showing just a hint of her bra, and already I'm rigidly
excited! (More so, indeed, than by any number of 'show everything' Penthouse
photos.)
Soon Claire is baring her bottom. Is there a tradition in England
of whipping the bride on her wedding night? It seems a good idea. Then she
knows who's boss in the marriage. Up the dress, lower the panties, and break
the bride in properly! There will be no more talk about hubby doing dishes
and diapers after that! And I sense, looking at Claire, that there are
others watching, to make sure the groom does a good job of teaching her
marital discipline.
Finally, there is a gorgeous cunt shot. As you know, I rarely
stress cunt shots. I've never fancied them much, for some reason. And every
time you open a porno magazine, what do you see? The cunt. It's sort of 'de
rigueur,' I guess.
For once, though, I am deeply impressed by a cunt shot. This is a
wonderful, stupendous cunt shot that Claire offers us. Why do I like this
cunt shot so much? Is it Claire, or her cunt? I'm not sure. But if you've
ever dreamed of fathering children in the perfect bride, here she is. Open
and ready!
Ooops! Now I'm NOT ready... anymore.
(Sorry, Claire.)
I hope Mayfair puts Claire Cass in every one of their issues for the
rest of eternity. I have no idea why I like her but, month after month, it's
Claire Cass I look forward to FAR more than any other girl.
ATTENTION, GIRLS!
Have you petted a penis today? Each man carries a penis around with
him in his pants. Believe it or not, this big schlong-type thing is alive!
Just like your dog or cat is. And it needs love, more in fact than your dog
or cat does.
Penis responds quickly and easily to all your needs. It can do
tricks for you -- just ask. Or you can just sit and pet it. But be careful,
sometimes white stuff shoots out of it if it gets really excited.
Penis can be put in your mouth. Feeling hungry? Pop a penis in
your mouth! (You can't do that with your dog or cat, can you?) Penis will
fill you right up. But don't suck too hard -- you don't want any of that
white stuff shooting into your tummy. You'll be too full for dinner and
mommie will be angry.
Do you ever feel empty inside? Down there? Guess what -- when
you're feeling empty between your legs, the man tends to be feeling quite
full! Happily, God has created a way for both to be satisfied. When you are
full in that empty place, you will be happy. (Trust me on this.) And the
man is happiest when he's just been emptied. (It's strange, I know. Maybe
God made a mistake.) In any event, just put the man's penis into that place
where you feel empty. (You'll need to take your panties down first.) Then,
when penis is inside, just say this simple sentence:
"Please fuck me."
That will do it. Afterward, you'll be full and happy. The man will
be empty and happy. Penis might get a little small then. But don't worry.
He's just resting. He'll be back soon!
- written by a pervert, to annoy non-perverts
AND IN THE END...
THE PERVERT'S PRAYER
Our Claire,
Who art in Mayfair,
Hallowed be thy bod.
Thy cunny cum,
Thy will be done,
In my bedroom,
As it is in Mayfair.
Give us this day our daily jack,
And flog us for our trespasses,
As we have dreamt of flogging thee.
And lead us into temptation,
Delivering us into ecstasy.
For thine is the cunt,
And the boobs,
And the 12-year-old face,
Forever and ever,
Amen.
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