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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 325
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
“Hmmm, it’s kinda smelly back here!” Missy observed, prying
apart Brent’s ass with her fingers. “This place definitely needs some
breath spray! Take that, you big smelly a-hole! And that! And that!”
She squirted Binaca into Brent’s ass.
“Yeeoooch! Stop!” Brent pleaded. He flexed his hind cheeks a
little, but Missy was so small and her fingers so childish, I think he
feared injuring her. Despite the burning heat of the Binaca, he let her
probe and shoot inside him. He was a true man. “God, that burns!”
Brent gasped.
“Well, I suppose maybe Binaca isn’t the best thing for lowering
your temperature after all,” Missy mused when she’d finished spraying
him. She replaced the Binaca on the table. “Let me see how your
temperature is, sir.” Gently she withdrew the thermometer. She lifted
it into the air and examined it. “Four hundred and Twenty-Two,” she
pronounced solemnly.
“Don’t you know how to read a thermometer?” Brent asked.
“Nope,” Missy replied. “Would you like me to stick it back
into you and try again?”
“No,” Brent said. “Throw that thing away! And those stupid
Binacas too! I don’t think anyone’s going to want to spray that in
their mouth now.”
“Why, I do!” Missy said. She picked up the Peppermint, which
had been used on Brent’s balls, and put it into her mouth and sprayed
her tongue. “Mmmm, Peppermint Blow, with a Taste of Testicle,” Missy
observed. She smacked her lips. “Let’s try this Spearmint! Oooh!
Cock flavor! Yum! I think I’ll skip the Wintergreen Butthole flavor,
though. Maybe Kelly would like to try it?” She looked at me. Jasmine
gave me another sizzling whack with her crop.
“Kelly’s busy right now, dear,” Jasmine told her. Missy looked
sober and reached back and cupped her bottom.
“That whipping you gave me still hurts really bad,” Missy said.
“Yes, dear, it’s supposed to,” Jasmine answered. “Go to the
bathroom and get some carpet cleaner and spray it on the place on the
rug where you peed.”
“Okay!” Missy said. She ran from the room. She was a child
speeding to recess. A few minutes later she came wandering back. She
held up a can of carpet cleaner. “Here it is!” she announced. “I peed
while I was in the bathroom, so I don’t go on the carpet any more!” She
walked over to where she’d had her accident and sprayed a generous pile
of foam on the rug.
“Now go put it back, dear. I don’t want you spraying carpet
cleaner all over everything,” Jasmine told her. There was a gleam in
Missy’s eyes as she contemplated other uses the carpet cleaner might be
put to.
“Don’t you think Brent needs a little on his dick?” Missy
asked.
“No, darling. S&M doesn’t mean you can just do anything. The
carpet cleaner might hurt him. Put it away, please,” Jasmine said, and
swished her crop in Missy’s direction.
“Okay!” Missy declared. She arched up on her tip-toes and then
leapt for the door. She didn’t want to feel that crop anymore, and
neither did I.
“Please, Jasmine!” I screeched. I stood with bare huddling
cheeks upon the chair, sobbing, groaning, feeling like a girl who’d sat
in nettles. I was beside myself with pain and pleasure and a thousand
other passions. She kissed my hiney. Her mouth was cool and moist but
my bottom was so tender that I hissed and rose up on my toes.
“Let’s take her down, Kerri,” Jasmine said. “But first I must
give her two welts to show to her friends. Ones that will last until
she gets back to L.A.”
“Ohhh! I don’t want any welts!” I cried.
“Yes you do, dear. You’re going to meet your girlfriends and
you’re going to want to tell them all about your adventures. And they
won’t believe you, of course. Unless, that is, I give you a little
trophy to take with you. When you bend over and yank your jeans down
for them, and they see your marks, then they’ll belive. Here goes!”
She swatted me hard, slicing right into marks I already bore. I howled
and jumped up on my toes and shook my lovely delirious hinds. She
struck again. My bottom churned and my cheeks bunched and then released
and then bunched together again.
Jasmine placed her hands upon my bottom. As yet her fingers
bore no oil. Just her bare slim fingers seizing and grasping my hot raw
bottom.
“Ahh, so sweet and young you are,” Jasmine hissed. “Such a
fine, plump bottom! I love feeling the heat of the lash in it. Don’t
fight me, dear. Let your bottom sag into my hands.”
I bit my lip and sank back, letting her hold me. She
controlled my squirmings with her seeking fingertips. I was hers. We
were both females but she had found a way to make me submit. I might
have given her more of my weight but Kerri held me up by my breasts.
She squeezed them as if they were gourds at market, bought to be broken
open and crushed and eaten. My nipples stuck up like little buttons and
Kerri bit at them with her teeth. I swooned. I could not stand all the
feelings that flooded me. Pain lapped at my nipples as soothing but
insistent fingertips probed the fleshy halves of my pumpkin. I gasped,
lost myself. I peed on the seat like a mare. Jasmine tutted but did
not reprove me. She was all womanly tenderness now, though her fingers
sought, male-like, at my rosette. Jasmine breathed hotly on my back.
She licked me.
“I must have you, dear. Right in your ass. Do not deny me.”
She helped me down from the chair. My pee puddled in the seat. It was
forgotten, forgiven. She put me down on my knees on the floor and made
me assume a doggie position. “Put your face on the floor,” she told
me. “I must have that adorable ass of yours as high in the air as you
can make it.”
I wished for a handkerchief, a shirt, or something, under my
face, but she offered me none. With her hand she guided my head to the
floor and I was forced to press my lips to the carpet. Kissing the
floor, I felt my bottom raised high by her hands and held there. Kerri
knelt beside me on the floor and put her palms under my tummy. The air
of the room felt cool on my tushy. Knowing I was only inviting more
trouble, I stuck my hiney up and let my cheeks open to the air. It felt
wonderful. My burning ass felt its first taste of relief. But Jasmine,
wicked as ever, took a dildo from a drawer and began greasing it.
“This will be shoved up your ass and then, when its right up
you, I’m going to give you a treat!” Jasmine laughed. With spooky
thoughts in my brain I waited for her to ream me. Kerri tickled my
clitty. She promised to make me cum when I was full.
Jasmine parted my ass cheeks. I felt the head of the dildo
knock at my anus. I stab. I gasped. It went up inside me, hard,
Jasmine pushing it. Missy walked into the room just then. She stopped
cold and her hands flew to her bottom. She watched with big scared eyes
as my fucking proceeded.
I was reamed. I was opened. When Jasmine had probed me to my
depths and stabbed me repeatedly with the dildo, she gave me a new
sensation. It was terrible. The dildo was hard but its hardness was
due to its being filled with water, I was told. Jasmine whispered its
secrets in my ears. More water could be pumped into the tail of the
dildo with a simple hand pump. Jasmine sent Missy back to the bathroom
and the girl returned with a cup of water. It was a child’s cup;
plastic and patterned with cartoon hearts. She gave it to Jasmine. The
water was poured into a big plastic syringe. It had a rubber squeeze
ball at its end, but otherwise was just a big plastic tube, with a
penis-like shaft and a small tapered point.
Jasmine flipped open a little flap at the back of my dildo.
The dildo was stuck upright into my offered bottom, no water could
escape it. Jasmine put her syringe into the flap in the end of my
dildo. Then she squeezed the squeeze ball. More water was pumped into
my dildo, and it expanded in my ass.
I gasped. I was being widened! I tried to contract my cheeks
but Jasmine slapped my fanny and told me to keep them wide as I could.
All the while, Kerri played her fingers over my spot. My tiny clitoris
hungered for love. She promised to give it to me if only I’d accept the
widening of my ass.
My anal ring, gripping so tightly, could not sustain the burden
of the inflowing water. It opened, opened more, stretched to the
limit. I felt as if I had a huge turd rammed up my butt. I wept on the
carpet. My tears flowed fast and freely. I kissed the floor with my
lips and hoped my bottom survived intact.
I tried to move, tried to crawl forward. The very act sent a
shriek tearing from my lungs. I was filled beyond capacity. From my
butthole into the depths of my body I now had a huge giant penis up me,
hard as nails and uncompromising to a fault. There was no escape.
Jasmine laughed. Missy squealed in horror. Kerri played with me and
made me cum again and again in her hand.
“God, what are you doing to her?!” Leslie asked. She trotted
into the room with a 12-pack of Mountain Dew in her arms.
“She must be made more accessible for her lover,” Jasmine said
bluntly. I cried and shook my hiney, hoping to somehow get that awful
huge prick out of me, but she showed me no mercy. She kept a finger on
it to make sure it remained completely embedded. Any movement I made,
even the slightest breath, sent a shiver of horror through me. I was
rent and broken, I was sure, by the awful thing that Jasmine had sent up
my ass, feeling it right to my belly-button and unable to escape it.
Jasmine kissed my face. She ignored my pleading, self-pitying
groans. I was her prisoner. I could do nothing. She could leave me
like this til the end of time, if she wished.
SAFETY ALERT !!!
by holy joe
I almost died today, because of Penthouse. Let me tell you
what happened. I’m a subscriber to Penthouse. Today I went down to
Tower books to check on their Bibles and make sure they had all the
different versions stocked on the shelves. Also, as a member of
Morality in Media, it was time for my Monthly Duties. This involves
buying and reading all the porno at Tower, so I can keep all the members
of Morality in Media up to date on the state of America’s soul.
So, as I drove to Tower, I had no interest in looking at, or
buying Penthouse. Since I’m a subscriber, it’ll show up in my mailbox
in a few days.
I arrived at Tower. I went inside. I walked along the
magazine rack, checking over all the new porn. Suddenly, I stopped. I
felt a peeing sensation in my pants. I paid it little attention,
however, for my eyes and brain were immovably fixed on the February 1998
issue of Penthouse!
Good God! Look at this girl! It’s a real, live girl! I
couldn’t believe it. I was expecting the usual sort of Penthouse Pet of
the Month. You know, “Brady Mom from Mars Shows her Pussy.” But this
was a real, live, 18-year-old girl!!!
Since I had just wet the floor at Tower I hurried and bought a
copy of Penthouse. They employ a guard now, at Tower. I didn’t want to
get in trouble. As I left the store I heard one of the employees shout,
“Hey, Godammit! Who let a dog in here?!”
It was a good idea, buying a copy of Penthouse, even though
I’ll get another copy a few days from now in the mail. The photos
making up this Pet’s centerfold are wonderful. On the back of her
centerfold, there’s a shot of her, bare-breasted, looking behind her.
And in the centerfold itself she virginally contemplates her bare
pussy. You may want to buy two copies of Penthouse too, so you can look
at both the front, and back, of this month’s centerfold at the same
time.
Now let me tell you about how I almost died. I was driving
home, having just left Tower books. I was on the freeway, in the
right-hand lane. My eyes were wide open and I was staring straight
ahead. Nonetheless, my mind was so filled with thoughts of Penthouse’s
Pet of the Month that I almost slammed into the back of a car that was
parked along the side of the freeway!
When I got home and studied the magazine, I suddenly realized
something. I once knew this Pet of the Month! She’s 18 now, but I knew
her when she was 17. She was a virgin. She asked me to deflower her.
But, being a good American, I checked the law to see if it was legal to
have sex with her. It wasn’t. So I told her, “Sorry, but I’m a
law-abiding citizen. I love our country and all its wonderful laws. It
would be illegal for me to have sex with you. So I won’t.” And I
didn’t.
Today, when I realized my ex-girlfriend was in Penthouse, I
gave her a call. I told her I was ready to fuck her. But do you know
what she said? “Screw you. I’m a Penthouse Pet now!”
Oh well, at least I can jerk off to her in my bathroom. That’s
a pretty good substitute, don’t you think?
Other juicy parts of this magazine include the ever-wonderful
“Click,” a continuing comic by Milo Manara. In this issue the heroine
gets her pants pulled down in back. There are some lovely shots of her
bottom. Then, a girl licks her ass. I didn’t like the violent ending
to the comic, though, when the heroine kicks the girl licking her butt
in the mouth.
The pictorial “Levena and Michael” was a disappointment. It
started off great, with a blonde stripping for a man in his basement.
There’s a bondage rack against the far wall. I was dying to see the
girl attached to the bondage rack, but it never happened. Instead she
rubs herself against a pole and then sucks on the guy’s dick. I have
nothing against the pole, but there were too many photos of it. One
would have been enough. As for the guy’s dick, it’s boring. I can’t
tell you how many times I’ve seen a girl suck on a guy’s dick in a porno
magazine. Who cares? But to see the girl attached to the bondage rack,
that would have been quite interesting! Maybe next issue there will be
something like that...(1)
The sub-title of Penthouse has been changed. As you know,
Playboy sub-titles itself, “Entertainment for Men.” So, as a
competitor, created some years after Playboy, Penthouse called itself
“The International Magazine for Men.” (Since Penthouse’s publisher, Bob
Guccione, is from England). Now, however, with this issue of Penthouse,
it’s called “The Magazine of Sex, Politics, and Protest.” This reminds
me of the sub-title of Uncommon Desires Newsletter, which is “A magazine
about girl-love, erotic desires, censorship, and the police state.” In
any event, it’s a great sub-title, encompassing perfectly the state of
sexuality in America in the 90’s.
(1) Look, it’s a David Foster Wallace footnote!!!
I have examined the pictorial “Levena and Michael” a second
time. I have another opinion on it. Let me break it down into several
parts:
a. The pole: There are too many photos of it.
b. The man’s penis: The shots of Levena sucking the man’s
penis are exceptional. So, I shouldn’t diss these shots.
c. Michael fucking Levena: Wow! He’s actually fucking her!
But here is where we find this pictorial’s main problem. There are lots
of photos of this gorgeous girl being fucked, but it seems not to have
any effect on her! You’d think she was posing for some boring anatomy
textbook. Levena should be *showing emotion* as she’s fucked. She
should be going, “Ahhh! Oh, noooo! You’re FUCKING me! (Help!)” I’m
not suggesting she should look like she’s being fucked against her
will. But it should look like she’s really into it. She should look
like she’s really shocked and amazed by how Michael’s penis is giving
her the ride of her life.
If this is a problem for Penthouse, finding male models who
actually excite girls like Levena, the solution is simple. Call me. I
have a 25-inch penis.
Wait. I can hear your reply. “Joe, if we tried to have Levena
fuck a guy with a 25-inch penis, she’d run away. NO girl wants a penis
that big.”
Don’t worry. I’ve disguised my 25-inch penis as a 4-inch
penis. It only grows to 25-inches once it’s inside her, and she can’t
get away. Once I’ve got hold of her, and I’m up her, you can take lots
of great photos of Levena getting reamed by me.
Wait. I can hear your reply. “Joe, what if your penis doesn’t
grow to its full length?” I understand. This does happen sometimes. A
stud like me isn’t always excited by fucking, what with all the girls
who are constantly begging me for sex. There’s a slight chance that my
25-inch penis could remain at its disguised length of 4-inches. But
don’t worry. I have a problem in that whenever I’m hot for sex, I’m
unable to control my bladder. Or my bowels. You can be sure Levena
will show lots of emotion when she suddenly realizes I’m peeing inside
her. And having diarrhea in her bed.
Anyway, that’s my two-cents worth. The pictorial “Levena and
Michael” is flawed because:
1. The bondage rack is never used, and
2. Levena doesn’t show enough emotion as she’s being fucked.
AND IN THE END...
“Statutes like... the Child Pornography Prevention Act are...
ghostly adumbrations of the hysteria that swept over us in the
eighties. ...We bought into scenarios as lurid and preposterous as
teenage witches conspiring against Salem in 1692.”
- The Nation, November 24, 1997, pg. 14.
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