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Subject: FUCK DECENCY 256 Cunt Castle (nnd)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 256
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Three
Rose glided over to the front of the stool and picked up a little
control box. Wires ran from it to the underside of the saddle. A tube hung
down beneath the underside of the saddle, and I wondered what was in it.
"Polly, did you ever ride on a horsey at the grocery?" Rose asked.
"'Course!" Polly replied, quite confident now. She was the center
of attention and loving every minute of it. "Is this ride sort of like
that?"
"Yes, sort of," Rose grinned. I began to suspect something fishy
lay in wait in the tube beneath the saddle. Rose looked at Cheyenne. The
girl smiled, perhaps knowing, perhaps simply happy.
The stool began moving.
"Oh, goody!" Polly cried. She bounced in time with it, first
exaggerating its own movements, then soon finding herself bounced by it, and
quite vigorously. Rose slowed the stool to a stop.
"Keep going!" Polly insisted.
"Oh, don't worry, Polly." Rose replied. "I want you to sit very
still for a minute, O.K.?"
"O.K., but I don't want to have to wait long for my ride," Polly
reminded her.
"You won't," Rose replied. "Expect a little visitor, though. Right
up your..."
"Oh!" Polly shouted. Rose motioned for Cheyenne and I to hold down
her thighs. We rushed up to her, too amused not to. I could guess now what
was about to happen, and Cheyenne could too. A fake penis was going to nose
its way up her cunt!
"Yo, yo, yo, NO!" Polly squealed, looking uncertain at first,
feeling something begin to poke at her from below. She seemed to me like a
child awaiting its poop, except in her case something was going up, not down.
"YAAAK! Not in my bottom!" Polly suddenly screeched. I felt my
eyes bulge even as I watched her own do the same. Up her bottom? Was the
thing really going to take her anal virginity?
"I picked the slim one, Polly. Behave!" Rose called from where she
stood operating the control box.
"Nooo, nooo, nooo, nooOOOH!" Polly hooted, while Cheyenne and I
began laughing so hard we could barely keep her down. I felt my tits
jiggling on my chest and knew the men were delighted to see me so happy.
"It's going too far upppp," Polly yelled as she lifted her chin up
and wiggled her ass, trying to escape the insidious penis.
"You've only two inches, Polly, and it's quite slender. Enjoy
yourself. It's your first time," Rose told her. But Polly's cries grew ever
louder, though they were not of pain, just great anxiety. When Cheyenne and
I felt she could no longer buck up and escape the intruder, we let go.
Instantly she yanked up her thighs and I peeked beneath her bottom. A
Slim-Jim sized cock was worming its way into her heinie and she could not get
rid of it. Polly clenched her cheeks, trying to stop it, but it was heavily
greased and rose with implacable vigor.
Seeing that Polly was quite ready for her ride now, Rose began the
machine. The saddle began bouncing her up and down, just like before, but
now each pounding that her bottom suffered upon it rammed the rising tube
deeper into her ass. I heard Rose click off the switch for the penis
finally, leaving Polly to bounce on its full length, utterly penetrated now,
despite her endlessly compressing cheeks. In fact each bounce of the stool
caused her cheeks to briefly release themselves, making her look silly as her
cheeks sprang open and closed, showing her asscrack to us.
"GEEE-YAAAAA" Polly hollered as the mechanical bull sprang up and
down with unrelenting force. Her boobs juddered like cream puffs as she took
her unwanted 'ride' upon it. "Let-me-offff!" Polly pleaded, but Rose was not
about to allow that. We watched, fascinated, as Polly found herself a
penetrated cowgirl, getting fucked by the fake cock up her ass with every
bounding leap of the stool. I migrated to Brad and stroked his cock. We
shared glances. I looked down at his tool and wished there was some way I
could mount the stool and simultaneously have his cock inside me. He smiled,
cupped my bottom, eased his finger between my cheeks. I drew them in a
little but allowed him to find my hole at last. He explored its rubbery rim
with an inquiring digit. Did he want to stick this big pecker of his up my
heinie? I shuddered. I didn't really want that. The 'old-fashioned way'
would be fine with me.
Cheyenne entertained Darwin's prick as well as Dave's. He was the
man with the cut-off t-shirt. He'd since taken it off. It lay discarded
somewhere on the dance floor, I suspected. Along with our panties and bras.
I was feeling deliciously free tonight. I wanted Brad inside me, and told
him so.
"Cheyenne, I want you on the horse next," Rose told her.
Cheyenne looked up from her twin cocks and there was a reluctant
look on her face. She brushed back her hair. The bull slowed its bucking
and Polly subsided on it, quivering still from her journey.
"Only if you take me back to your castle with you," Cheyenne told
Rose.
Rose looked her over, considering. It was, I think, the first time
Rose had really taken note of the girl. She was in fact very beautiful, with
a snub nose and wide eyes and long brown tresses that got caught on her
nipples whenever she turned her head. Her bosoms sported stiff tips, excited
and ready for sex. She palmed her ass, almost sensing Rose's next sentence.
"Only if you agree to be a love slave there," Rose replied.
"Oh!" Cheyenne gasped. It was as if she'd been pierced with her
deepest, most haunting fantasy. "Would you whip me?" Her fingers pressed
into her soft white bottom cheeks, gripping them, parting the cheeks, so that
I could at last see her hole as she anxiously contemplated her choices. Brad
had made me bend over and take his tool in his mouth, so that I found myself
with an unexpectedly candid view of her nether cheeks, and stared wonderingly
at them, waiting to hear if she'd let Rose enslave her.
"Turn around. Let me see your bottom," Rose told Cheyenne.
Bashfully she complied. But she let go of her cheeks first, and when she
offered Rose a view of her bottom it was with an ass huddling in on itself.
"Hmmm, nice and round," Rose said, surveying Cheyenne's derriere.
"You have a gorgeous bottom, honey," Rose admitted at last. "It would be
unthinkable not to give it a good thrashing. Probably at a party, letting
everyone participate. How lovely you'd look receiving it, too! Have you
never been punished on your bottom before?"
"No...never," Cheyenne said, and spun back around so that Rose could
see her no more.
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"Get on the horse, dear," Rose said simply. She nodded to Darwin
and Dave. They led Cheyenne to the bronco, her feet tripping over themselves
a little, her hand hovering by her throat as she realized she'd just let
herself in for a whole new life. I think she was a little high on Ecstasy or
something, but it made no difference to Rose. She hadn't drugged the girl.
If she awoke in the morning and protested in finding herself at the castle,
all the better. Recalcitrant girls were especially fun for Rose. And, I
suspected, for helpers like Joanne and Sylvia too. I wondered where they
were now. Probably in a room close by, getting theirs. I hoped they didn't
need any condoms. We had Rose's purse.
Brad was obviously ready. I walked to Rose's purse and rummaged
inside for a condom for him. After all, I didn't know his last name. I
might not see him after tonight. Best not to take any chances, though I had,
obviously, taken a few before. But I was older now. I knew better. He was
just some dude that Rose had briefly inspected. For VD, I guessed now, as
much as for anything else. He'd been oozing pre-cum when we met, from the
stain I remembered seeing on the front of his Speedos. I'd been too excited
by the music, the lights, to really understand what Rose had been doing. But
now I knew. I chose a pre-lubricated condom from her purse, one colored red,
and returned to Brad.
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, tearing open the packet. My
breasts jiggled on my chest.
"Go ahead," Brad agreed. As Dave and Darwin helped Polly get loose
from her perch I slid the condom on Brad. He almost came as I handled him,
he was so eager for me.
"Wait a minute, kids. We're going to do something together," Rose
told us. I smiled. Rose was always up to something. To keep Brad tempted I
ran my fingers along his sheathed cock once I had him all suited up. He
passed his hand between my legs and teased my spot to distraction.
Polly wobbled over to Rose. She sank down to the woman's feet and
placed the cheek of her face upon her toes. She looked like a little baby,
curling up at Rose's feet. Her bottom pointed toward us and I saw it looked
well poked. There was a brown smear around her hole and the insidious thing
had, apparently, jetted something up into her in the last moments of her
ride. Rose, obviously, had found a switch for sperming girls on the stool.
Cheyenne would be next.
Dave and Darwin mounted her up. I watched as her legs parted wide
to accommodate the seat between them. She settled into it, adjusted herself,
reached back and felt her bottom. In a moment the prick that had lodged
itself in Polly would do her, and she knew it. In its housing beneath the
stool, I guessed, it lay waiting in disinfectant. Then, poking up through
the seat again, it would be greased as it rose through the tube, emerging at
last cock-sure and ready to fuck again.
Rose took off Polly's cowboy hat. The girl did not protest. She
was exhausted from her ride. Especially the terror of it, being fucked in
the ass for the first time in her life. Now she lay puppy-like at Rose's
feet.
Rose passed the cowboy hat to cheyenne. Bravely the girl took it,
put it on, even slid the strap under her chin so it wouldn't fly off.
"Fleury, Polly, let's each kneel and take a man up our bottom at the
same time Cheyenne gets fucked on the stool," Rose suggested. There was a
wicked gleam in her eye and I liked it.
"Alright," I agreed. She passed me a fresh towel for comfort and I
spread it out on the floor. There was no furniture in the room. Just the
bronco, which I'd thought useless at first, the fireplace, and plenty of
towels. And a wet bar, which none of us had yet bothered to use.
I knelt and offered Brad my bottom. Just like that. As a female
might do in the jungle. Rose spread out a towel for herself and knelt with
the control box in her hands. Polly declared that she would not participate.
She remained fetal-like, showing us her bottom but insisting it not be
touched.
"Suit yourself," Rose replied. Dave had found Rose first so he got
dibs on her rear. Darwin settled for Rose's mouth, and seemed to prefer her
accessibility to Polly's stubbornness. Some men like a challenge, others are
just looking for a wet hole, I guess. It was not a bad choice. Rose drew
him into her mouth, commenting over his prick that he must not let himself
interfere with her use of the control box for the bronco. Dave, meanwhile,
having gotten a condom and lubricant from her purse, prepared to mount her
ass.
REVIEWS
by holy joe
The Playboy Catalog, Spring 1997, Free. Playboy: 1-800-423-9494.
Review: I like this catalog a lot. It used to be quite boring. It
was similar to women's underwear catalogs, like you get in the mail from
Nordstrom. (If ever there was anything to kill male desire, it's those
God-awful clothing and underwear catalogs put out for professional yuppie
women.)
However, during the past year, the Playboy catalog has gotten quite
sexy. It now features beautiful playmates and wonderfully revealing
lingerie. It also features such exotic things as "Men's Gel," which is
described as follows: "This edible gel provides a 'cooling' effect that
increases your sexual endurance and allows you and your partner to enjoy
prolonged lovemaking. The fresh mint flavor also adds to the pleasure of
oral sex." That, surprisingly, only costs $7.00, so even the most
cash-strapped couple can enjoy the (ridiculous) fantasy that chilly gel will
actually ease the tension in a man's erection.
Also in this catalog, of course, is a wide assortment of back issues
of Playboy. I feel very sorry for someone who's just turned 18 and is
getting into Playboy for the first time in his life. I would go nuts looking
at all those spectacular photos! Many of them are breathtaking 'must have'
photos, but they're contained in magazines that sell for $100.00 each!
Which brings up an interesting point: there must be tons of guys in
this world who would greatly desire to have many of Playboy's 'back stock' of
photos, but who simply can't afford to pay hundreds of dollars for old
magazines.
Sure, it's fun to sell some old $1.95 magazine for $100.00, but
think how Sam Walton got rich. He died, you remember, as the richest man in
America. And he didn't get that way by selling high-margin, over-priced
merchandise. He did it by being the low-price leader. He charged the lowest
prices, and became the richest man in America.
So, one wonders, what if Hugh Hefner made a real, 'balls to the
wall' effort to provide his entire 'back stock' of girlie photos, both
published and UNpublished, to every man in America? Is it possible that Hugh
Hefner could become the richest man in America? After all, a cute girl is
irresistible, and a photo of a cute girl is irresistible too.
As I see it, Hugh Hefner is basically just sitting on those old
photos. The recent "Playboy's Twenty-One Playmates, Volume 2," issue was
ample proof of that. It contained gorgeous photos, photos that had been
locked away in Playboy's vaults for almost two decades!
So, you know, I'm sitting here, thinking, "What if I were just
'awakening' to Playboy? I'd be really sad, in a way, seeing all those photos
of luscious girls that I absolutely, positively could not afford. Surely
there must be some way to effectively tap into such a young man's desire.
Simply telling him, "Sorry, dude, the issues are $100.00 each" is silly.
That would be like Sam Walton charging old ladies $100.00 for toothpaste.
He wouldn't have died wealthy that way.
In the meantime, the Playboy catalog is, at least, a modest way of
seeing some of those wonderful photos from years gone by. There's no nudity
in the catalog but, then, you can see all the nudity you wish to in any
standard porno magazine. The real strength of Playboy lies not in ordinary
nudity, but in the clever way it presents luscious females. Many of the
pictures in this catalog are close to jack-off heaven, despite the fact that
you don't get to actually see cunts or nipples.
Another great reason to order this catalog is because I'm in it.
I'm sure some readers have wondered, "What does holy joe look like?"
Although modesty has prevented me, in the past, from mentioning that I
regularly appear in the Playboy catalogs, I finally decided it was time to
'come clean' and admit it. See that hunky guy smiling out at you? That's
me. I have appeared in many Playboy catalogs, over the years. I'm a real
good actor, and Playboy is able to save lots of money by using me as the man
in all their catalogs. Sometimes I dye my hair blonde. Sometimes brunette,
sometimes black. I build up my muscles for some issues and let them reduce
for issues where I need to look slim.
I know all you girls on the Net will now want to go out with me, but
please understand that right now at Playboy we are doing a special catalog
for nerds. I have to be a nerd in this catalog. So I've been forced to gain
300 pounds. I let my arms get real flabby and my tummy get real big. Also,
I spent a lot of time at a computer, just like a real nerd, to get ready for
this part, and I haven't had time to bathe. And, finally, to be a true nerd,
I've been doing some programming! This has meant that I haven't had time to
go grocery shopping recently. Fortunately, I had a big supply of Joe's
Jalapeno Beans in the house (no relation). So I do tend to pass a little
gas. However, if you like jalapenos, you shouldn't mind the smell of my gas
too much.
I really don't have time to read lusty e-mails from girls on the Net
but, you know, if you want to meet a hunky dude (temporarily forced to 'play'
a nerd), go ahead and write. There's a 'hole' in my schedule this weekend
and I might just be able to fit in you.
OUR MAILBAG...
ladyasstor@aol(answersonline).com writes: "You're crazy about
Claire Cass because you're a fruitcake and a dildohead."
holy joe replies: "Thank you for your speedy response. Now go back
to learning your multiplication tables."
AND IN THE END...
ATTENTION, NOVELISTS!
"The best first novel of the season [is] Anne Haverty's 'One Day as
a Tiger.' ...Martin Hawkins, an academic at Trinity College, Dublin, decides
to abandon his career as a fledgling historian in order to return to the
family sheep farm in Tipperary.
"...Martin chooses for himself a sickly runt who is really happy
only when she is eating porridge and enjoying the cosseted indoors life. Man
and ewe become bosom companions."
- The Economist, April 19, 1997, Review pgs. 14-15.
("Asleep with the Sheep" will be my next novel. - h.j.)
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