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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
We each gave Miriam a peck on the cheek. She took us to the
door and showed us out. Leaving her, looking back, I thought I saw a
trace of careworn concern cross her face. Had she guessed where I was
going? I clasped Dick’s hand as if to reassure her and waved goodbye.
She waved back. Taxis waited, summoned by her on her telephone, to
whisk us away. I slipped into one with Dick, the girls took another,
with Dick’s friend, a man who’d fuck me but whose name I’d forgotten to
ask. It didn’t matter now. We’d never meet again, I was sure. He was
going to sea and Dick too soon would follow him. Somehow they knew we
wished to be alone. Somehow Miriam had guessed it. The taxi pulled
away. The driver, perhaps preoccupied, perhaps exercising discretion,
did not ask where Dick and I wished to go.
I put my hand in his. My collar was gone from my neck. It
bulged in a pocket in my shorts. I looked at Dick. I sensed he needed
what Miriam had failed to give him, yet teased him so profoundly with,
on the bed. Katy could give it to him, in spades. But would he risk
Sauron to get it?
“Put your collar on,” Dick told me, quietly, so that the driver
couldn’t hear. His lips were almost soundless, not quite. He did not
have to speak too loudly. Our minds both swam around the same beckoning
nightmare.
I blanched at his words, though, embarrassed suddenly. I
touched my neck with my finger. I shook my head no. But my lips posed
a question. ‘Here? In front of the driver?’ He nodded. An implacable
nod, one a girl knows means business.
I glanced at the driver. He seemed preoccupied with the road.
Slowly, knowing it would doom me, I drew my leather dog’s collar from my
short shorts. They were hot pants, really, but loose round the legs, as
if to give my poor pussy some air. I wanted to rub myself. I was
aroused. My nipples perked into my t-shirt. I had no bra on. Dick
watched my nipples as they grew to firm points and showed a slight,
sinister smile.
I put my collar to my neck. I held it there with both my
hands. I swallowed, soundlessly, then began the delicate process of
feeling the prong and the clasp of the collar and joining it up.
“Where to?” the driver asked. He looked back. I flushed as he
saw me, my hands at my throat, fastening on my collar.
“Exardescere,” Dick said to our driver. His face showed no
hint that he cared that the driver had seen me putting on a dog’s
collar. “Exardescere Way,” Dick said. The driver nodded. “I don’t
know the number but she’ll tell you what the house looks like,” Dick
said to the driver, and jerked his head, silently, in my direction.
We came to the street. The houses on the cliff-side blocked
the view but I knew, entering into any of them, you could see L.A.
beyond. From Sauron’s backyard it spread out like an expanded version
of Sodom-Gomorrah. When I spotted my Master’s house I pointed it out to
the driver. He stopped in front of it. Dick helped me out and then he
paid our driver. The cabman flipped through the bills, bade us have a
nice day, and left. Dick had tipped him well. We both knew the driver
would keep quiet. Cabdrivers are good that way. He had not seen us, he
had not given us a ride. He had noticed my dog’s collar on my neck but,
save in his dreams, he would not mention it to anyone. And my face, if
it showed up in his mailbox next week, begging for me to be found with a
phone number under my name, would not register, except in the place
where all his forgotten riders lay, girls weeping, but still hugging
their boyfriends, perhaps a few slaps burning their cheeks, or quiet
women, dressed to the nines, sedate, accepting, looking like they’d just
come from a ‘power lunch,’ save that their hands were quietly cuffed
behind them in the cab by the man who rode with them. Yes, the
cabdriver would say nothing. And, for a moment, standing in the street
with the sun on my fresh face and my clothes palpitating in the light
breeze that caressed the street, I wanted to stay just here forever, not
moving, frozen in time. Dick held my hand and he sensed it too. But
his penis bulged in his shorts and my teats pressed insistently into my
blouse. We were living, breathing beings. He was swollen with precum
and I was sensitive to a growing moistness in my cunt.
We crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk. Here,
in suburbia, everything slept at noon. Nothing but the clouds moved,
and the breeze, catching an errant leaf and skipping it along,
nudgingly, lazily, a leaf missed by the Mexican leafblowers that kept
everything looking so reserved and pretty.
“Open the gate,” Dick said to me. I gulped. I let my eyes
meet his and then I looked quietly away. A white gate stood closed. It
had been open before. It separated Sauron’s front lawn from the
sidewalk. A white picket fence ran along the edge of the lawn.
Rosebushes, in full bloom, sporting a full range of deep rich and pastel
colors, hung over the knee-high fence, offering their buds to any who
might pass.
I stooped. I opened the gate. I plucked a red rose from a
bush, careful not to touch the thorns, and held it to my nose. I
sniffed it and the scent was strong.
“Sniff,” I said to Dick. He let me put the rose to his nose
and he inhaled for me. He sneezed. I laughed.
“Come, we do not have permission to pick their flowers,” Dick
said. He was shaking a little as he spoke. I sensed his need for
Miriam. Katy would substitute. He would show her his manliness and let
her deal with it as she might. Always for his pleasure, one must hope,
but testing him too, showing him how a penis really worked, in a woman’s
hands. Showing him how his testicles felt when a woman pumped them and
touched them and kissed them. Would Sauron admire him too? I wondered
if Dick, somewhere inside himself, had a gay streak. After all, he was
used to dressing up in finery and parading around on a parade ground. I
smiled. He was so purefaced and unabashedly patriotic in his gaze, even
now, stars in his eyes. ‘Drop your pants and give me ten!’ I could hear
some drill sergeant shouting to him at the Citadel. And there he’d be,
with his pants round his ankles, perhaps even his underpants, sweating
away as he pumped out ten pushups. Like Miriam, perhaps the Citadel had
changed him too. It had made a man out of him, but in ways he’d not
expected, or his parents either. ‘Hell Week,’ I heard, much later, was
called ‘Bell Week’ by some of the girls, the ones who loved the boys who
enrolled there, or who watched from afar, admiring, for the men were
made to jump and run about so much that one could almost hear their
testicles jangling away as they ran to their drill sergeant’s orders.
Girls think of such things. A general might see young men merely
hastening or jogging, but a girl, wondering if they’ve had time to put
their jock straps on, sees penis-boy after penis-boy running by, his
balls jangling and his dick jabbering inside his pants, both his dick
and his balls wanting desperately to be free as he runs quick-time past
a bleacher full of Carolina girls.
We walked between rows of planted flowers. They lined the
walkway that led up to Sauron and Katy’s front door. I still did not
know if they were married or not. Perhaps they were just lovers of
convenience, each of them admiring the wickedness they saw in the
other.
“You knock on the front door,” I said to Dick, turning quickly
to him, my hair flying past my face as I twisted my head toward him. I
was scared. I held his hand and he gripped mine. And he obeyed. He
did as I told him and as he did I wished he hadn’t. Yet he let me
command him in this little thing, and we were undone.
Responding to Dick’s knock, the door opened. A scent of
saffron wafted out and I found myself before Katy, small and delicate
(but a little taller than me, actually, for I was just 16). She wore a
kimono but it had been loosely tied round her waist and her breasts
brooded quite visibly, the gown just covering them, as if she’d wrapped
herself back up in her robe just to answer the door.
“Why Kelly,” Katy smiled. Her eyes were wide for a Japanese,
but she narrowed them as she spoke, inscrutably, showing not anger nor
surprise, but a kind of controlled passion, even rage. Catlike, she
licked her lips. They were red but with perhaps just a touch of a
smear, as if she’d been kissing. “Come in, please, both of you,” Katy
invited us. “It’s much too hot to stay outside.”
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Club, April 1998, $5.99. No web site listed.
Review: Now and then I get an ad in the mail. It’s for a
magazine. The magazine is titled “Men’s Health.” Naturally, being
interested in my health, I examine the ad. And what do I see? Photos.
Of half-naked men. Lots of them. And I wonder, “What sort of ‘man’ is
this ‘Men’s Health’ directed to?”
Fortunately, Club knows how to put out an issue devoted to the
health of men like me.
Chloe begins the issue with a quick workout. On page seven she
demonstrates how to do curls with executive dumbbells. On page eight
she shows how to do the shirt lift. On page nine, she pauses to pull
her panties out of her crotch. (Or is that some sort of cunt exercise?
I’m not sure.) Finally, on page 11, Chloe demonstrates how to
masturbate. I don’t actually need help with that exercise, but it’s fun
to watch her!
Chloe is an utterly perfect girl. She has a soft, flawless
face. Her bosoms are wonderfully big. Her ass, her legs, her arms,
everything on her is precisely as it should be. Even her hair is
perfect. Not only is it as blonde as the sun, it’s worn pulled back
into a ponytail, but with enough left loose that it dangles around her
eyes. You’ll feel healthy just looking at Chloe.
Almost as beautiful as Chloe is Brittany, page 35. She takes
us hiking. When you’re hiking, of course, there usually aren’t any
toilets around. On page 38 Brittany demonstrates how girls can handle
this matter. First, you unbutton your shorts. Then you pull them
down. With your shorts ringing your thighs, you simply squat, and
poop. There’s no need to take off your backpack. On page 39 Brittany
shows girls how to pee properly, again without having to take off all
your gear. Simply remove your shorts, spread your legs wide, reach down
and open your lips. Then, piss away!
Do you have a daughter? Buy her this magazine. Lots of girls
these days are feminists. They don’t believe in just cooking, cleaning,
and darning socks. They want to be active! With help from Brittany,
they can enjoy the great outdoors, without worrying about a lack of
facilities or accommodations. Every girl scout troop should have this
magazine.
After a long day of hiking, it’s time to settle in for the
night. Again, Brittany shows girls the best way to enjoy the evening.
First, you put up your tent. Then, you unroll your sleeping bag. Then
you take off all your clothes and kneel on your sleeping bag. With your
legs spread and your ass lifted high, you turn and ask your
Scoutmaster: “Wanna mount me?”
Recently I went to the doctor. I was worried about my health.
I wasn’t feeling well. He saw me, and then said, “Here, take two of
these and call me in the morning.” I expected two pills. But instead
he gave me two of his nurses! You can see them on page 53. Their names
are Molly and Tiffany.
What a delight these two girls are! While not physically
flawless, they are terrifically cute. They quickly get off each other’s
clothes. Then, bare ass naked, they suck on each other’s toes and share
a banana. I really, really liked this pictorial. It even gets kinky at
the end, with one of the girls (apparently) tied to a post, her legs
akimbo as her friend eats her out!
Further back in this issue, there’s a feature titled “Private
Parts.” A man and his girlfriend decide to work out together.
Unfortunately, there’s a problem. He wants to exercise his penis. She
wants to exercise her tongue. What to do? Fortunately, they reach an
accommodation. The girlfriend squirts whipped cream down the length of
the man’s dick. Then she licks it off.
Meanwhile, in a separate pictorial in “Private Parts,” a man
has girl trouble. I believe he’s a Scoutmaster. It’s raining outside,
and he can’t take the girls on the hike they wanted to go on.
“Girls, it’s time we earned a merit badge in Indoor Sports,”
the Scoutmaster tells the girls. Fortunately, these girls are eager to
learn. He teaches them how to lick each other’s butts and pull on his
penis. If you want to see an utterly perfect brunette, check out this
pictorial! (Page 92).
Unfortunately, not everyone is into health in this issue.
Amber, page 98, has decided to take up smoking. Despite puffing away on
a cigarette, however, she manages to glow with youthfulness, and even to
look sexy. If you’ve ever wondered how girls pee when they’re indoors,
while kneeling on top of a table, check out pages 102-103.
Before the issue concludes, it’s time for a helpful tip about
how to exercise, and have fun, when you’re outdoors being healthy. On
page 109, in a feature titled “Double Fuck-Fest,” a guy and a girl
demonstrate the ‘doggie style’ method of fucking. What a joy it is to
look at this lovely blonde’s face as her boyfriend humps her from
behind! I actually liked this photo best of all.
I highly recommend this issue. It’s nice to see that beautiful
girls aren’t just to be found in Playboy anymore. Chloe is as great a
girl as God ever made, or Playboy ever photographed, and she’s in Club!
The only bad part is that I’ll have to buy every issue of Club now, to
make sure I don’t miss any truly beautiful girls. (I want to clone all
of them someday!)
back door days
by Michael Hafer
your ass was
so tight that
first time that
i had to
pull out
after a
minute or
two and
you vowed,
“never again.”
but some
promises
never hold
up and
you let
the back door
swing open
again
from time to time
getting looser
with each try
until i
squirted
inside you
and you
shit white
for an hour.
then you said,
“only for xmas.”
but i explained
a athlete needs
to keep
in training,
and as a runner
you understood
that it takes
practice and pain
to get where
you are going
if you are going
anywhere
worth getting to
at all.
AND IN THE END...
We Must Return to
TRADITIONAL VALUES!
“Marriage might be entered into by forcible abduction of the
bride, by purchase of her, or by mutual consent. Marriage by consent,
however, was considered slightly disreputable; women thought it more
honorable to be bought and paid for, and a great compliment to be
stolen.”
- The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 1, pg.
401. (on life in Indo-Aryan society.)
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