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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 278
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Five
Rose ushered our guests into the room. A young girl walked in, with
long flowing blonde hair that sheÕd decided to bind into twin pigtails.
They were tied off with ribbons. I wanted to jump up and untie them, she
had such lovely hair. Yet, with her hair caught up into two pigtails she
looked like the perfect schoolgirl. Thankfully she had not braided them. A
simple tug on her ribbons would loose them soon enough. I would do it
myself, if need be. I felt an animalistic instinct to see her utterly
unfettered, with her bikini gone and her hair flying loose, fucking her
brains out with her boyfriend. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Perhaps heÕd
been uncertain about the dress code and decided to play it safe. His
girlfriend, despite her neat pigtails, had not been permitted a similar
degree of modesty. She wore a very slinky swimsuit that seemed made
out of silk. It shimmered. I guessed heÕd bought it for her especially for
our party. I wanted to tear it off her. It sounds awful, but I think RoseÕs
instinct for domination had sunk into me during my long days here at the
castle.
ÒSilly boy, didnÕt you know you were just supposed to wear a
swimsuit?Ó Rose asked our new male friend. She reached for his waist
and frankly undid his belt buckle.
ÒI...wasnÕt...sure,Ó the male responded, his girlfriend looking on, a
finger in her mouth, speculatively. Rose undid his zipper as I heard
another car pull up. She shucked down his pants and we saw that he wore
a Speedo swimsuit under his jeans.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Rose smiled. She helped the young man kick
off his jeans and then relished taking his shirt off him. Kelly appeared,
neat in her maidÕs clothes but shocking our guests with her toplessness
and her lack of panties. She bent down, scooped the young manÕs clothes
up off the rug, and left. Rose guided the two of them over to my couch and
had them sit down beside me, putting the man closest to me.
ÒYou have a nice swimsuit,Ó I told him. He was erect within his suit
and his manhood seemed about to burst through. I laid my crop over his
groin and tapped his penis with three light strokes. ÒYour girlfriend must
not empty you very often,Ó I said to him frankly. I heard her gasp. She
was young. Her belly was so young and soft that even though when she
exhaled and it bulged a little, she still looked quite slim. I might have
toyed with him more but new guests arrived, and Rose brought them in as
well. I did, however, manage to ask his name. He was Phil, he told me, and
his girlfriend was Dawn.
Our newest arrivals were a woman in her twenties and her newlywed
husband. They both wore swimsuits, although the man had put on a t-shirt
as well. Rose relieved him of it at once. The woman had large breasts, big
as RoseÕs. They shared glances, admiring each other and Ôcomparing
notes,Õ as one might say, on whose breasts were in fact the largest. It all
happened silently. Conveniently, we learned that the woman and her
husband were named John and Jill. I knew in the melee that would follow
names might be lost, but I wanted at least to try to memorize them.
A third couple arrived. A woman close to 30, LouisÕs age, with a man
who might have been just a bit younger. Here it was the woman who had
affected a bit of modesty. She wore a dancerÕs skirt over her bikini
panties, sheer but necessary in hotel lobbies and such places. Here,
though, Rose quickly divested her of it. They sat down on another couch,
and Rose sat down with them. Their names were Bill and Gwen.
ÒAs you know, none of us will be going swimming,Ó Rose said. She
looked around the room to assure herself that everyone understood. Kelly
appeared and offered drinks to our newest arrivals. From her unclothed
state one could readily see that this would be no ordinary party. ÒPlease
order as many drinks as you wish,Ó Rose told our guests. ÒIf you need to
feel drunk, donÕt hesitate. The drinks are on the house.Ó Bill and John and
Phil all found their erections becoming an ever greater embarrassment as
little Kelly served them with her young breasts hanging free. Her bottom
was a sight to behold. She walked like a little girl whoÕd just discovered
its allure, swinging it merrily, feeling its nakedness wobble and clench
and jiggle.
I watched as the men, taking their drinks, swallowed fitfully,
feeling their arousal seize them and make their drinking difficult. The
women sipped nervously. It was all out of their hands. None had met
before. Names were exchanged, but we all knew names were immaterial
here. I guessed GwenÕs name might be fictitious, chosen just for this
occasion. I thought of making up a name of my own but Rose introduced me
as ÒFleuryÓ before I could think one up.
ÒShe has a crop,Ó Jill, the newlywed, said to Rose, indicating me.
ÒAre we to be punished?Ó
ÒOnly if you need it,Ó Rose replied. ÒFleury will make sure all of us,
including me, Ôparty hearty,Õ as they say.Ó
ÒWe will need...Ó Gwen paused. Should she breach such a subject so
soon? No matter. It had to be done. ÒLubricant, condoms...Ó she let her
voice trail off.
ÒI forgot my Pill,Ó Dawn, the youngest, piped up.
ÒI told you not to mention that,Ó her boyfriend Phil scolded her.
ÒWell, I want you to father my child when I have a baby, not
somebody else,Ó Dawn answered. She reminded me a little of Polly.
ÒI forgot mine too,Ó Polly piped up. I knew she hadnÕt. She just
wanted to make trouble. Rose had seen to all her needs this morning. Rose
had made Polly put on a bikini when Polly had insisted, inexplicably, that
she must have a one-piece (though Polly usually swam naked in RoseÕs
pool.) I saw that PollyÕs hands had crept to Louis and AndreÕs crotches and
she was lightly massaging them, making their erections even worse. The
men, of course, didnÕt complain.
Kelly appeared and offered Dawn a small powder-blue Pill. Dawn
gazed at it a moment, then let Kelly pop it into her mouth. Perhaps Dawn
hoped to preserve a bit of her modesty by pretending that sheÕd been
forced to swallow the pill. Her boyfriend lifted his drink to her lips and,
shivering visibly, her bosoms quaking like jello in her bra cups, Polly
sipped the drink and swallowed the Pill.
ÒAs for lubricant and such, Dawn will provide those when the party
begins,Ó Rose said. She brushed her hair back. She liked to wait. The
breeze blew in off the ocean beyond the cliff. It was fresh, with a tang of
salt in it. The morning sun lit up the parlor. The curtains were open, as if
we had nothing to hide. ÒLetÕs begin with a little background first.
Everyone should be aware of their partnerÕs level of experience which,
given weÕll all be partners before the night is through, means we must all
know about each other. Is anyone a virgin here?Ó A few eyes stole to
Polly, who blushed. She was young, but hardly a virgin, and she had her
hands busy fondling Louis and AndreÕs swim trunks. ÒGood,Ó Rose breathed
after a moment. Kelly appeared with a tray full of crackers topped with
exotic cheeses and meats and bits of greens. ÒAny anal virgins?Ó
Dawn blushed and, at her boyfriendÕs insistence, lifting her elbow,
she raised her hand. The other women, including myself, regarded her with
a kind of pleasant disdain. Even Polly had a touch of hauteur about her.
DawnÕs blush deepened.
ÒDonÕt worry dear, thereÕs nothing to be shy about,Ó Rose assured
Dawn. ÒWe all were anal virgins once... even the men.Ó This caused a stir.
The men glanced at each other. The women giggled. Dawn lost her blush
and felt at ease.
ÒNow letÕs tell a favorite sexual experience,Ó Rose suggested.
Eating our crackers, sipping wine, we went around the room, telling our
stories, our fears, our fantasies and our hopes. All the while the sun
moved slowly within the room, altering the shadows it cast. Other guests
passed quietly by, not interrupting us, but listening, perhaps, for a
moment or two, before pursuing their own private pleasures. The castle
was mostly empty today, but a few lingered, Brent and his wife, their two
young daughters, Joanne, some others. Sylvia was no longer with us. Her
master had come at last and taken her away. I missed her. I hoped she
was happy with him. She would bear his initials for the rest of her life,
the ones IÕd given her, within her bottom cheeks. I remembered my pussy
and the little tattoo I bore from my dinner party with Lady Lalique. I felt
vastly experienced, yet I was only 14. If I went to a bar they wouldnÕt let
me drink, and no one would let me drive, or vote, or anything really, yet
here within RoseÕs private world I held the crop this morning, and I
intended to use it.
ÒPlease donÕt smack me with that unless I really need it,Ó Dawn said
quite seriously to me, leaning forward, her breasts full and firm and held
lightly by her nothing bra. She had been speaking, in a high-pitched voice,
about how her greatest fear was that sheÕd wind up in a bondage dungeon
and be made to serve all the men in it.
ÒIÕm sure you will,Ó I replied. I whacked the crop against my thigh
and let out a little screech as I unintentionally hit myself to hard! She
giggled a little. Her boyfriend ran his fingers down her spine, spiderlike,
making her shiver.
ÒI think weÕre all ready now,Ó Rose said. SheÕd wanted to feel us
out, get our inhibitions into the open and let them be released. We were
all feeling much more comfortable now. I did not mind when Phil touched
my thigh to soothe it and let his hand stray up to my pussy. I only knew
his first name, but he quickly got to know the contours of my most
intimate place. My private. Dawn watched, let out a little moan of
disappointment.
ÒPhil,Ó she whined. He took my crop from my fingers and whacked
her thigh with it. She yelped. He gave the crop back to me and touched her
welt with his fingers. Soon heÕd forgotten her injury and was exploring
her pussy outside her swimsuit, even as he continued to explore mine.
ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Rose suggested. ÒUnless anyone would like more
to eat?Ó We shook our heads Ôno.Õ WeÕd had our fill of crackers or, rather,
our appetites were quite forgotten. Even Polly did not beg for another
cracker. She had stolen a finger within LouisÕs and AndreÕs swimsuits,
leaving the rest of her fingers outside, hoping nobody saw. Of course,
Rose saw, and she said, ÒThere are beds and such upstairs.Ó
We stood up. ÒPlease take your things off. I donÕt want us bringing
any clothes into the Playroom. No one ever has violated it in that way, and
I donÕt wish us to either,Ó Rose said.
ÒBut the windows are open,Ó Jill said.
ÒSo they are,Ó Rose replied. ÒYouÕll find yourself doing a few things
youÕre not used to here, dear, which is why IÕve asked Fleury to bring along
a crop.Ó Jill looked at me but said nothing. In the ensuing silence
everyone saw to their own undressing. I think Rose had spiked the
proceedings with a little fear and uncertainty again, which I, at least,
didnÕt mind, since I had the crop.
NAKED AT THE NEWSTAND
by holy joe
HUSTLER, September 1997, $5.99. Web: http://www.hustler.com
Review: Recently, I got up from my computer. It was the second
time this year. And I made an important discovery. I am on planet earth! I
had thought, you know, with idiots like Bill and Hillary ruinning the
country, and the Supreme Court putting everyone and their neighbor in
prison (provided theyÕre a man), maybe I was on Pluto or something. But
no, IÕm right here on good Ôol Ôlittle girl earth.Õ (Sure, I know, there are
lots of mothers on earth. But I figure, since each mother usually has
several children, there are probably more little girls on earth than there
are mothers. So I donÕt say Ômother earth.Õ I say Ôlittle girl earth.Õ ItÕs
more accurate. (Not that I spend lots of time thinking about little girls or
anything.)
Last year I tried going to a health club. But ever since they let
women in the club, itÕs become impossible to go there. Too many women
want to have sex with me. I figure, if a woman gets within 20 feet of me,
she wants to have sex. Not that I do. I mean, sheÕs a woman! Usually
theyÕre married and have several children, too. I donÕt want to get shot
hanging around with some guyÕs wife. (Of course, if I was hanging around
with his daughter, heÕd shoot me too. I guess IÕm supposed to be a gay or
something.)
Anyway, I decided to get rid of all these married women who were
trying to glom on to me. I figured I needed to make a statement to these
women. Without offending them, of course. I could just say, ÒSorry lady,
IÕm not interested in having sex with you.Ó But who knows what might
happen? In 50 years, I could be president. And then the right-wingers
would haul her out and sheÕd say, Òholy joe said, ÒIÕm interested in having
sex with you.Ó That would constitute sexual harassment, of course, since
she is on this planet, and I am on this planet, and there is already a legally
cognizable relationship between us due to this fact. And she is, of course,
trusting that IÕll do what she wants, which means we have a trust
relationship between us. So IÕd be violating a trust relationship, in which
I occupy a position of power, since men are more powerful than women.
Violating a trust relationship is a big Ôno no.Õ So I donÕt want to do that.
ItÕs bad enough with psychiatrists, lawyers, and professors all running
around violating trust relationships. God knows we donÕt need me doing it
too.
So anyway, not being able to say anything, you can guess what I did.
I helped myself to a big can of P.D. WilsonÕs World Famous Robert E. Lee
Beans. He grows them behind his outhouse. He sent me a can, recently.
The jalapeno variety. Also, I skipped putting on my underarm deodorant.
And I got out my smelliest pair of underpants. Usually I do my laundry
once a month. Fortunately, though, IÕd gotten a little lazy, and so I had a
really smelly pair of underpants that IÕd worn to the House of Strip.
Anyway, I wore these underpants. As usual, the health club was
pretty crowded. And of course all the women were there, looking for guys
like me to have sex with. So I came in and got my executive dumbbells off
the rack. (The two pounders, not the four pounders. Those are still too
heavy for me.) To save time, I did both my curls and squats at the same
time. Plus I watched the Computer Chronicles on T.V., so I wouldnÕt miss
any important computer-related information while I was away from my
computer.
Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Three squats is a lot of work, let me
tell you. But I did all of them. Plus, I made three farts. The first one was
sort of a small fart, but I figured that was the ÔwarningÕ fart. Then, with
my next squat, I made a slightly bigger fart. I called that the Ôwarm up
fart.Õ Finally, really sweating now from all my exercising, I squatted and
farted again.
Howard Stern, you have nothing on me. Somebody called an
ambulance. Somebody also called the police. Now IÕve found that
whenever the police are called, I somehow wind up being the one who gets
in trouble. So, being all finished with my workout anyway, I left. It was a
good workout. Not my best, though. Usually I also flush the flusher on the
toilet in the bathroom, to exercise my fingers. But I didnÕt have to pee, so
I skipped that part of my workout.
Anyway, I hope my Ôfart for freedomÕ worked. I havenÕt been back to
the health club lately, but IÕll bet those ladies are still remembering me.
ItÕs okay if they think about me and have wet dreams about me and stuff,
just so they donÕt interfere with my exercising by trying to have sex with
me.
Ladies, if you do want to have sex with me, take a look at the cover
of this monthÕs Hustler. This is what IÕm looking for. You have to stick
your finger in your mouth, like this girl, and look at me like sheÕs doing. I
imagine sheÕs thinking, ÒGee... sex. I wonder what that is?Ó ThatÕs what
IÕm looking for. (Fortunately, I found it, right here on Hustler, so IÕll be
busy for the next few months, ladies, but then you can try it out on me the
next time I show up at the health club.) Now, you must also not be
married. Some women are tricky about this, so I figure, if you still live
with your parents, and go to elementary school, or junior high, or (maybe)
high school, youÕre okay for me. (Some girls get married in high school, so
I have to be a little careful about them.) Also, you need to have tits, or at
least look like youÕre on your way to growing them. (Hey, I donÕt mind a
little waiting. I wait for the Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler web pages
every day.) (Plus BiancaÕs Smut Shack.) Anyway, donÕt bug me while IÕm
lifting weights. IÕm trying to sculpt my body, so I look good for you. Then
we can do stuff together, after I finish and go home and check in on my
computer. WeÕll do something fun like go look at new software at Comp
USA. Or maybe thereÕll be a computer fair in town. We could learn all
about the Java extensions for Windows 95 together.
Yes, ladies, I am interested in you, even if I did pass a lot of gas at
the health club the last time I was there. I just have certain standards
that you have to meet, thatÕs all. Hopefully now that IÕve published them
on the Net youÕll read them and not bother me if you donÕt meet my needs.
(And DO bother me if you do.)
Oh, yeah. I was going to review Hustler but since I was jacking off
as I was writing this, thinking of the sort of female IÕm interested in, I
guess IÕll just skip the review. Maybe when I build up my sperm count
again IÕll try reviewing it. Check your e-mail in another ten minutes or so.
AND IN THE END...
NO, I DONÕT HAVE TO SHUT UP
ÒThe spreading of ideas is as important, I think, for the industrial
welfare of the so-called Ôpost industrial societyÕ as anything else.Ó
- Michael Naumann, President and CEO, Henry Holt & Co. (C-SPAN, About
Books, June 8, 1997.)
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