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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Baby Tiffany
Issue No. 330
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
My bikini, so delicate I couldn’t get it wet, was already moist
with my dew in my crotch. I wondered if I’d start unravelling there.
Worse, all the water I’d drunk from the dog’s dish had yet to be allowed
to come out. I felt a tremor run through me as Miriam led Katy and I
into her ballroom. A dozen guests turned and greeted me with their
eyes. All I could do was shorten my steps and hope they didn’t see how
I was pressing my thighs together. Sauron, behind me, gave a wicked
laugh. He knew I had to go! I prayed that the others didn’t.
Fortunately, the other guests were dressed as sexily as I was.
The females, that is. The males wore casual clothes like Master’s. As
for the girls, some wore vinyl swimsuits. They promised to get hot in
the sun, but it was night now. Still, their vinyl tops and bottoms had
little zippers on them. The cups of their bras offered zippers for
unzipping their nipples. Their panties, though zipped at the moment,
could be undone where their nether lips were. I wondered if their
crotches were as moist inside those little vinyl swimpouches as mine
was. At least, if they had to pee, they could unzip their lips. My
labia lips were contained. I felt the wetness of my excitement. I slid
my hands along my thighs, hoping for a chance at relief.
Most of the girls were young college girls. They had bodies as
fetching as mine and no inhibitions, apparently, about decking
themselves out in teeny bikinis to show everyone else how terrific they
looked. All of us wore bikinis not meant for the pool. Some were
cashmere, like mine and Katy’s and Miriam’s. Others were vinyl, their
little zippers dangling temptingly from half-covered bosoms and
cunnies. Still other girls wore leather, tied up with little string
bows where the vinyl bikinis had zippers. I imagined myself being made
to kneel and untie, one by one, the frustrating little bows that closed
themselves over a strawberry blonde’s pubic hair. With master
commanding me, I’d no doubt have to use just my teeth.
“Hi!” the strawberry blonde said to me as I stared nervously at
her swimsuit. She looked at me unabashedly. Her eyes noticed where
mine were on her and she took it as more than I intended. “Is this your
first S&M orgy?” she asked, addressing my breasts as if they were me.
“Y-Yes,” I replied. My voice trembled and felt my breasts
shaking. “I’m sorry,” I added quickly. “I have to pee.” I gulped. I
didn’t mean to make the admission but she’d looked like she was about to
untie my top.
“Oh!” Sharon laughed. I learned her name later, after we’d
fucked. “There’s no worry about that! Come over to our pee pool!” She
took my hand, something I’d not expected, or wanted, and led me over to
a small fountain set near the wall.
I tensed. I felt the crowd of people gather behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, quickly, afraid and nervous, I saw that
perhaps half the dozen or so guests had followed me. The rest continued
their conversations.
Before me was a small bowl shaped pool made of rock. Within
its glassy surface, along one of its curving sides, lay a stone ledge.
“Get in, sit down on the ledge, and hang your feet down,”
Sharon explained, her hand still in mine. “Then just pee. The water
will carry it away. You’re the first of the evening, anyway, so if
you’re scared of anything there’s no need to be. The water’s totally
pure and natural. There’s no chlorine or anything, so it won’t sting
you. It’s the same as your bath water. Haven’t you ever peed in the
bath tub?” she laughed. I saw from her brimming eyes that she’d done it
at an older age than I had.
“Well, yes, when I was a grade-schooler,” I admitted. “But I’m
bigger now.” I stuck out my boobs to convince her.
“Take your panties off and get in,” Sharon told me. “You’re
wiggling your hips like a preschooler! I’ll pee with you if you like.”
“No,” I replied. I looked up. Lovely ivy vines climbed the
wall. The pool lay quiet, waiting. Its water was still, but I sensed
that somewhere within it water was silently entering and exiting,
passing fresh water in from pipes and then draining the spent water
away, outside, where it watered the garden that was visible in the
moonlight beyond the sliding glass doors of the ballroom.
I stepped onto a step that led in three easy steps up to the
submerged shelf of the pool.
“Take off your bottoms first,” Sharon told me. She unclipped
my leash from my collar. Katy and Sauron did not object. The leash, at
least, I was glad to be rid of. Perhaps Miriam wouldn’t shush me
anymore when I spoke.
I put my thumbs in my panties. They were stuck in my ass crack
again, but I was going to teach them a lesson for once. I didn’t bother
untying them. I wanted to put them back on after I peed! I slid them
down my legs, wiggling, blushing, needing to pee more than ever.
“God, what an ass!” a man behind me proclaimed.
“That’s another benefit of sitting in the pool,” Sharon
laughed, happy that I was obeying her. “It lets you cool your bottom
before we’re all whipped!”
I stopped lowering my panties. They hung round my knees. I
looked at Sharon, then at the others. I felt my bare bottomcheeks
huddle and tighten.
“Jesus!” the man who’d admired my ass said. “How old is she?”
he asked Sauron.
“Just sixteen,” Sauron replied. “And her ass is mine. Both
for punishment and for pleasure.”
MAGAZINE REVIEW
by holy joe
Playboy, February 1998, $4.95. Web: http://www.playboy.com
Review: I went to Barnes and Noble today. It’s rumored that
they’re selling a book by Jock Sturges that features photos of nude
children. However, I had a more pressing need. I got my subscriber’s
copy of Playboy in the mail yesterday and needed another copy.
Why? Because the centerfold in this issue is really, really
great. It’s great on both sides of the centerfold, which means I needed
two centerfolds, so I could look at the front and the back at the same
time.
Also, I wanted to sit in the very same public toilet I was
sitting in before, when God spoke to me. Sometimes, when I pray to God
while sitting in that toilet, she offers me guidance on interpreting the
photographs in the magazines I’m reading.
Perhaps I shouldn’t call God ‘God,’ though. It’s actually
God’s daughter who speaks to me. She’s 8-years-old. She’s also a
blonde. So, with that as fair warning, for your erotic edification, I
offer God’s interpretations of the February Playboy:
hj: Dear God...
G: That’s GodDESS, you dolt.
hj: Sorry. Dear Goddess, what is happening to Julia (Miss February) on
page 86?
G: She’s holding a lollipop.
hj: Yes, but why is she making a face?
G: I used my magical powers to make her lollipop sour, ‘cause I’m only
8 and she’s 18, and has big boobs.
hj: Oh. What’s happening in her centerfold?
G: She’s at an elegant bondage club. The other people are wearing
masks, and spandex, but as the new initiate she must wear a sexy baby
doll nightie. It doesn’t close in back, which is bad news for her,
since that means it shows off her bottom.
hj: I can see that. Nice ass. But are you sure it’s a bondage club?
I mean, she looks like she’s lying on her belly on a nice, comfy bed.
G: Of course she is! As it is written in Pamela (published by Blue
Moon Books): “There was a carpet, a divan, a sideboard, cabinets -- and
a bed in one corner. Bed, it was explained to Pamela, was the best
place to birch a young lady. It added a touch of comfort to the
experience.” (Page 28).
hj: Oh yeah. I forgot about that. That’s a good book. But why is she
eating chocolates?
G: Chocolate is a sexual stimulant for us girls. Plus, in her case,
since she’s about to get spanked, the chocolate hearts she’s been given
to eat have been laced with an anesthetic. That way her spanking won’t
hurt so much.
hj: Oh. Okay, that’s a pretty good interpretation. What’s Julia doing
on page 88?
G: She’s brushing her teeth before she goes to the bondage club.
hj: Oh. What’s she doing on page 89?
G: She’s in the bath, looking at her tummy.
hj: I can see that.
G: She’s checking to see if the lash marks they gave her at the bondage
club, across her tummy, have faded away yet.
hj: Looks like they have.
G: Yep.
hj: How about this awesome girl on page 170... the one who’s just
received a giant heart from her boyfriend?
G: It has a lot of candy in it.
hj: Yeah... I figured that.
G: But in the center of the heart, hidden under all that candy, is a
riding crop!
hj: She’ll be a little surprised when she finds that.
G: Yes! ‘Love hurts,’ as they say.
hj: Okay, you’re doing pretty well here, interpreting these photos.
What’s happening on page 172? What’s Jaime Pressly doing in her photo?
G: She’s getting a spanking, dolt. I mean, if a girl has her bottom
sticking out like that, and her hand clapped to her forehead, and that
sort of look on her face, and no clothes on, what would you think is
happening to her?
hj: I was hoping maybe she was getting a valentine.
G: She is. She’s getting her valentine spanking!
hj: You’re sort of a perverted Goddess, you know that?
G: If you were only 8, and had no tits, and some guy sitting in a
toilet looking at nude girls, girls with big boobs, asked you questions,
what would you say?
hj: Uh... I’d probably be jealous and say all those girls with big
boobs were getting spanked.
G: Yep! They’re getting spanked for having big boobs and showing
themselves off in dirty men’s magazines!
hj: Hmmm, now that you put it that way, your interpretations sound
entirely rational.
G: You stink too much. I’m not going to answer any more questions from
a guy taking a poop in a toilet stall!
Well, anyway, that was my conversation with her. Besides the
photos, there are some excellent articles in this issue. For instance,
“Why Women Say Yes,” on page 60, was very helpful. Here’s some
excerpts:
Lola, age 134: “If he can fog a mirror, I’ll take him. At my
age, beggars can’t be choosers.”
Amy, age 129: “Having fucked every good-looking hunk in the
world, I guess I’ll take most anything that moves now. If necessary,
I’ll chase it.”
Gwynnie, age 135: “‘Hey, Grannie,’ is all he needs to say to
get my attention. Plus, if he waits for me to take out my teeth, I
consider him to be a real gentleman.”
Teri, age 51: “It doesn’t matter what size he is. Really! If
his thing works, I’ll take it. We don’t get too many visitors here at
the senior home.”
(Note to those who didn’t know: As a female approaches age 30,
she sheds all her requirements regarding men. Suddenly, it doesn’t
matter if you’re a geek. If you’re wealthy, or look wealthy, or look
like you could be induced to earn a decent living, she’ll take you.
Then you get to enjoy having:
a. A new car.
b. A new house.
c. A new T.V.
d. A used wife, who wouldn’t touch you when she was younger,
but now wants to ‘love’ you (read: spend all your money).
An article about how to get women over the age of 25 to say
“Yes” is about as valuable as an article on how to find snow in Alaska.)
What else is in this issue? Well, on page 112, there’s a photo
of a nude 60-year-old woman. It’s September 1963 Playmate Victoria
Valentino, as she appears today. You might think, based on what I just
wrote above, that I’m pissed at having to look at a 60-year-old woman.
But, actually, I’m not. One picture’s okay. I actually considered
seeing her to be quite educational. I mean, the pictures of her from
1963 are ravishing! I can’t quite believe I’m looking at the same
person. I guess I’ll have to take Playboy’s word for it. Anyway, if
you’re wondering why I agree with Ann Taylor-Fleming’s statement, “The
younger the better,” just take a look at page 112.
Another informative item in this issue is “Couch Tomatoes.”
(Page 64). Two girls from Playboy T.V. pinch each others’ nipples and
examine each others’ bottoms. A great quote: “We’re normal girls
talking about sex. ...There are three rules on Night Calls: no last
names, no brand names and... no underwear. It makes for interesting wet
spots on the couch at show’s end.” (Pages 65-66).
(Incidentally, if it isn’t being done already, I’d suggest to
Playboy that they get a new pair of girls each season. In the photo on
page 66, one of the girls is having her bottom cheeks pried apart by the
other girl. But she seems totally unembarrassed by it. If a girl can’t
blush when she’s having her ass widened on national T.V., it’s time to
get a new girl.)
“Out of Bondage,” on page 114, is the most interesting fashion
pictorial I’ve ever seen in Playboy. It tells a mini-story of a girl
kidnapped by a man, or rescued by him, depending on your
interpretation. My only complaint about the fashion pictorial is that
there should be at least one photo of the girl without her clothes on.
It stands to reason, I think, that us guys don’t buy Playboy to see
girls with clothes on. The girl at Barnes and Noble that I bought this
magazine from had her clothes on. It’s nudity I want to see!
RECORD REVIEW
by holy joe
Turd, Bowling. Perply Records, $7.99.
Review: I must admit I was surprised by this CD’s cover. It
shows Perply sitting on the toilet. That, I suppose, is what inspired
the name of this album, Bowling.
As for the band, Turd, it struck me as a novelty band.
Consider these cuts:
“I Forgot to Flush Today,” the album’s first song, is
reminiscent of an earlier song (which, alas, I can’t remember the title
to). But I did like the guitar work.
“Wiping your Love” concerns the break-up of a romantic
relationship. The thing about this song is it’s a nice, slow dance
song. It seems tailor-made for prom night. However, with all the talk
in the song about “dick wipe,” “shit covered ass,” and toilet paper, I
doubt any schools will let it be played.
“Condom Conundrum” is another slow song. What a riot it would
be if this song were played during prom night! It’s a duet between a
guy and a girl, debating whether to take time off from kissing to put a
condom on the guy. Then, just when you’re getting used to the song,
figuring that, even if the subject matter is weird to dance to, it’s a
good public service, the duet becomes one between two men, debating
condom-use before getting down to fucking each others’ asses.
“Toilet Overflow” is the next song on the album. Beavis and
Butthead would like this song a lot. It’s not slow at all. It has
blazing guitar work that contains so much static, another reviewer
described it as “rancid”. Anyway, if you’d like to induce your
neighbors to move, try turning this song up to 10.
I’m sure you remember Van Halen’s song, “Hot for Teacher.”
Turd’s take on their teacher is rather less complimentary. The song is
called, “Life’s Tough when Teacher Farts.” It’s about someone sitting
in the first row of a classroom, at school.
All in all this was a pretty good album. Hopefully you’ll see
Perply on MTV soon.
AND IN THE END...
“I still remember every single word you said and the shit that
somehow came along with it.”
- Foo Fighter David Grohl, reviewing ex-band member Perply’s new album.
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