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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 332
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
“It’s my pool, and you can’t cum in it if I say so,” Miriam
insisted. “Just pee. Show us how much you drank. I saw you drinking,
now pee it out like you’re supposed to!”
The man rolled his eyes. He looked at himself, his quivering
dick. It was huge and dry, suspended above the water, yet with pre-cum
leaking from its tip. Suddenly, as if in a burst of virility, the man’s
pee sprouted from his cockhead. It arched in a lovely stream across the
water and landed between his legs, out by his knees. I watched in
fascination as he peed relentlessly, for what seemed like a whole
minute. The whole room was silent. All eyes were fixed on his glorious
cock, and all that could be heard was the sound of his urine.
And then he was done. The stream died and we were left just
looking, watching his pee slit, as if more would come. But it didn’t.
Except for a little drop or two, nothing more came. He rose. He was
wet from the waist down and he seemed enraged by the spectacle he’d made
of himself, as if only a good, immediate fuck would allay his anger.
Miriam reached for him and caught his wrist. He was big and
brawny, but her little hand twisted at his wrist as if he could be
controlled like a small child. She guided him as he came down the steps
from the pool. And she managed to put him back into the crowd. I stood
amazed at her power. Would I ever control big men like that someday?
Miriam called the next man forward. He sauntered up to the edge of the
pool and casually stuck his dick over its edge.
“This is stupid,” the man said. He aimed his dick and stood
ready to fire.
Miriam slapped his ass. “Get in, you bad boy! I’m not about
to have you pee in my pond like a men’s urinal!” she scolded him. He
jerked a little as she slapped him. He was so big and strong that even
a good hearty slap like she’d given him barely annoyed him. His dick
waggled. His big balls jiggled between his thighs. Seeing that honey
would have to be used, since vinegar had proven quite useless, Miriam
kissed his shoulderblade. “Plus, you need to chill your balls down,”
she said admiringly. I saw her hand disappear between his legs. He
jerked, more responsively this time, as she gave his balls a prying
squeeze with her fingers.
Up the steps the man went. His cock and balls bounced like
obscene Christmas decorations on the front of his body. He seemed
weighed down by them, as if they were foreign objects stuck on by
naughty elves to make him look ridiculous. I was still young enough
that seeing a man, with all his equipment displayed, looked odd to me.
What WAS all that stuff? A huge thingy sticking out in front, with
absolutely noplace for him to put it, and giant balls hanging down like
ripe fruit, except they had hair all over them!
The man stepped into the pool. He slushed his way across the
stone seat and dropped his wet feet down into the depths. The water
came up almost to the tops of his calves. He plopped his bottom down.
Sitting on the hard stone seat, shivering a little at the water’s
chilliness, he showed us his cock. He had a rainspout one just like the
other man had, big and wide and long and totally hard. He eyed us, then
smiled and let loose his pee.
I heard myself screaming. Jennifer screamed too. It was so
awesome! He’d found OUR eyes before peeing, looked right at us! He
peed for us and we watched him breathlessly. I gasped when his pee
stream stopped. I’d gone without air for at least a minute, so amazed
was I by it all, watching him, he watching me.
The man obviously wanted to cum but peeing was all that Miriam
would permit. He stood up and climbed back onto the seat, not minding
at all, I’m sure, the fact that he showed us his hairy ass and his ass
crack as he mounted the seat. He swaggered to the pool’s edge and then
came down the stone steps.
Miriam called the next man forth. Our hero, the one who’d
found Jennifer and me in the crowd, waded through the people and came up
to speak to us. His girlfriend, intercepting him, clung to his arm.
She was 20ish, with shoulder-length blonde hair that she’d permed into a
cluster of cascading curls. She shook her hair back and eyed us with
cat’s eyes; wanton, unremorseful. I felt like a little canary under her
gaze.
“Let’s fuck,” the man said to me. His words were blunt and
direct. He placed his hands on my hips, eyeing Jennifer as he spoke to
me. His thing stuck itself in my belly button. I was shorter than he
was.
“We want to party first,” Jennifer said quietly. Her voice was
meek, like that of a schoolgirl who hopes to be overruled by her
teacher.
“A quick fuck wouldn’t hurt anything darling,” the man’s female
lover chimed in. “It wouldn’t take very long and it would make you
calmer for the party.”
Jennifer looked at me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to.
Did she need permission? Did she think her mom would appear and write
her a permission slip?
“That bra you’re wearing. Don’t those metal zippers scrape
your bosoms?” the man’s lover asked. I learned later her name was
Colette.
“A-A little,” Jennifer replied. Colette’s fingertips touched
Jennifer’s breasts. She hefted the cones and slipped her fingers
protectively between the open zipper halves and Jennifer’s bosoms.
Then, removing her fingers, Colette reached around behind Jennifer and
unsnapped her bra. Carefully, so as not to scrape her nipples, Colette
lifted off Jennifer’s bra.
“Come,” Colette urged. She reached for Jennifer’s hand.
Together they headed for a private bedroom. Colette’s lover, whom I
learned later was named John, turned me around. With my bottom bare, he
made me walk in front of him, his eyes pasted to my ass and his cock
bobbing behind me like a snake, ready to bite.
We stepped into a hallway. Colette led Jennifer to a door and
they peeked inside. “Ooops! It’s a study,” Colette sighed. She closed
the door and we went on down the hall to the next room. It proved to be
the kitchen. The next room, however, contained a bed, and we slipped
inside. Colette closed the door and locked it.
“Get on the bed,” Colette said in a no-nonsense voice to
Jennifer. My friend went to the bed, and turned down its covers. I
could see she was scared. Her knees were quivering and almost knocking
together with her fear. But at the same time her ass was gyrating in
the most alluring little circles, all hot and bothered and eager.
“Get in!” Colette said, and slapped Jennifer’s ass. Jennifer
yelped. She crawled up into the bed and immediately lay down and pulled
the covers over her. Colette, having none of that, pulled the covers
back down. “Let me see those fairy-tale bosoms of yours,” Colette said
hotly. She grabbed Jennifer’s bosoms and squeezed them brutally. She
lowered her face to them and bit at one of Jennifer’s nipples.
“Ohch!” Jennifer cried. Her eyes gaped wide as Colette snapped
at each of her hard, upstanding nipples. The woman showed little
appreciation now. She pried at Jennifer’s nipples with her teeth as if
they were bottlecaps that had to be yanked off of bottles.
John tugged at the drawstring that held up my bra. It was tied
in a neat bow upon my back. I clapped my hands to my breasts to save
myself but I felt the drawstring on my back unravel under John’s
fingers. He put a palm to the back of my head and bent my head forward
and loosed the drawstring that hid under my hair at the back of my
neck.
I found myself holding my bra. Clasping it to my breasts, all
its strings undone. It was my last morsel of modesty and I didn’t want
to lose it. I stared at John with wide, frightened eyes. His face was
implacable. He showed no feeling whatever, just an iron will. It
seemed to concentrate itself in his eyes and in his penis. Both looked
hard as steel. They demanded my complete obedience. Wildly I turned to
Jennifer for help. But she was on her back on the bed, suffering
already, Colette biting at her tits as if they were Christmas
sweetmeats.
“Bend over,” John said to me. He didn’t exactly give me a
choice. I found my view of Jennifer’s plight interrupted as he shoved
me forward to the bed and, banging my thighs against it, made me bend
over until my face was in the rumpled covers. I still held my bra to
myself. I felt him pry my thighs apart. His cockhead stabbed at my
moist cunny. He pierced it.
“God, you’re tight!” John said regretfully. I felt his shaft
try to enter me. I seemed to close upon him and he could not get
himself up me. He reached round and palmed me between my legs, quite
roughly, as if manhandling me upon my spot would excite me enough to
force me to open myself to him. Realizing that I’d saved my bra only to
lose my cunny, I let go of it. I was in very hot water now. I had a
man I didn’t even know shoving his cock up my cunt. I fingered the
covers of the bed and wondered what I could do. Was this the fate of
all women? To meet a male and be bent over by him and forced, yes
forced, to take him? It did no good asking permission in the end, did
it? A girl did not want to be asked for permission. She wanted to meet
her match, and to be outdone. I was undone, I realized, as my foe found
me wet and ready. Slick within, my tightness could not save me from him
for long. He shoved within me and felt me resist. But, at the same
time, a new juicing of desire moistened within me and made the part of
his cock that was in me all wet. I sensed I would lose our little
battle and, enjoying my tightness now, he sensed I would lose it too.
We communicated with our loins. Our faces couldn’t see each other but
our private parts touched, felt each other, communicated in tremors and
in sprinklings of wetness.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jennifer meanwhile cried. Turning my head just
a little, afraid for my friend even as much as I was for myself, I saw
Colette reach under the pillow at Jennifer’s head. She drew out a
length of silk rope. It was white. I guessed that Miriam must have
secreted it there, for partiers to use at their leisure.
MAPPLETHORPE
by Kenneth Pobo
Cincinatti’s
all wrong
it’s rather
obvious
when a man
has a bullwhip
up his butt rather
obvious
when a man pisses
on another man
why go
boombah over
the obvious
it’s his
flowers
that are so goddamned
HOT his pop
up touchable
hardon flowers
COMIC REVIEWS
by holy joe
Iniquitous Funnies, No. 21, 25 cents. Minicomic. White, 8 pages.
Brian Kirk, Moot Comics, 93 Sunapee Street, Springfield, MA 01108.
e-mail: mootcomics@aol.com web:
http://www.the-spa.com/bear/moothome
Review: I still remember in junior high when we saw a film on
native peoples in a faraway foreign land. In the film young boys, to
prove their manhood, each tied a single vine to their ankle. Then, en
masse, they jumped off a cliff. They spiralled head first down to the
base of the cliff where, by just inches, they avoided slamming their
heads into the ground. By luck, at least in most cases, the vine tied
to their ankle caught them just in time, giving them a bone-jarring pull
back toward the top of the cliff. We all thought this was the stupidest
thing we had ever seen people do.
You can imagine my surprise, then, when an activity heretofore
confined to dumb native people in a faraway land showed up in the United
States as the popular hobby of ‘bungee jumping.’ And the same goes for
piercing. I still remember when one would look with revulsion at dumb
Africans who pierced themselves. Suddenly, ‘normal’ white people in
America started doing this. Even pretty white girls started doing this,
a group one would think would have the good sense not to disfigure
themselves.
Brian Kirk explores the subject of piercing in his latest issue
of Iniquitous Funnies. (Hope I spelled that right!) And, for once, I
began to get a glimmer of piercing’s appeal. The main character,
Asinine Head, goes to a piercing studio. There, he sees all sorts of
little baubles, all of which are designed to be affixed, through
piercing, to the human body. I suppose it is the allure of these
baubles that makes piercing attractive. They are rather fun to look at,
laid out on page four of this comic. In fact, Asinine Head himself
enjoys looking at them so much, that he decides to get them all.
(That’s why he’s known as ‘Asinine Head.’)
Unfortunately for Asinine Head, he gets pierced just as this
ill-conceived trend is going out of fashion. I’m glad to see that it
is. For those of you who are wondering, should I get pierced? Will it
add to my beauty? Here’s holy joe’s take on the subject:
(Note: I’m only rating female body parts here. I couldn’t
care less if guys get themselves pierced.)
Eyebrow piercing: Stupid. It adds absolutely nothing to your
erotic potential.
Nose piercing: Even stupider. Even the little ‘stud through
the nostril’ type of piercing looks totally unsexy to me.
Lip piercing: Dumb.
Tongue piercing: There is some erotic potential here, but
remember that this is a rather important part of the body you’re fooling
with. What if you want to be a newscaster someday?
Nipple piercing: I wouldn’t recommend it. Use nipple clamps
if you want to play with your nipples. Rings, permanently embedded, are
likely to give you a two-dollar whore image instead of an erotic one.
Navel piercing: There is some erotic potential here. Still,
I’d say it’s about 50/50. On the one hand, the tummy is the surface of
the female womb, and a small, discreet jewel implanted there is a way of
saying, ‘I might be available for your penis to pierce me.’ On the
other hand, a bare belly with a sweet, dimpled navel is highly erotic in
itself. Anything implanted in the navel covers it up.
Cunt piercing: There is some erotic potential here. But,
really, when you see a porno magazine, and the lady has rings through
her sexual organs, it adds nothing to the sexiness of the photo. I
would say that cunt piercing is best left to the realm of fiction. Fun
to read about, but not to actually see or do in real life. If you want
to be sexy, buy a ‘butt bauble’ and stick it up your rear end. When
you’re done playing, you can pull it out. (I’m not quite sure how a
‘butt bauble’ is attached, but I think it’s done without the use of a
needle.)
So, there you have it. In my opinion, only the tongue, the
belly, and the cunt are sexually enticing places for a female to be
pierced. And, in each case, there is a substitute which could be used
instead. Consider this: Why pierce your tongue when you can simply
place a metal clip on it? Let’s say, for instance, that your boyfriend
attaches a metal clip to your tongue. Then he attaches a dog leash to
the clip. Then he leads you around all night, like a dog, by your
tongue. That’s quite sexy. When you get bored, you can simply take the
clip off. The same goes for your nipples. You can be clipped and lead
around by one or more ‘tittie leashes’. I’d play sex games that way
many times, if I were a girl, before I’d agree to actually get pierced
through my tongue or nipples.
There’s no real way to attach a clip to your belly button.
However, in Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty, Beauty has a gem pasted into
her belly button. Presumably, when her lover tires of seeing her that
way, he simply pulls the gem out. That, to me, seems a more than
adequate substitute.
As for the cunt, I assume a small clip could be placed on
whatever part of your cunt you want to decorate. Which brings up
another point: cunt shaving. There is no need to do this, in my
opinion. Right now I’m looking at Playboy Playmate Dorothy Mays’
unshaved cunt, and it looks great. It looks natural! The shaved cunt
can look rather like something out of ‘Aliens,’ waiting to swallow a man
up. At most you might want to trim your cunt hair a little, but only if
you get too bushy. Otherwise, I’d say, leave it alone. (Of course, us
guys are always happy to see you make a show of combing, brushing,
washing, and blow drying your bush.) (Not to mention having a
girlfriend lick it for you!)
AND IN THE END...
“The Spice Girls, sold as a group of sassy young girls in
charge of their own destiny -- their slogan is ‘girl power’ -- were in
fact dreamed up and promoted by middle-aged men.”
- The Economist, December 20, 1997, pg. 77.
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