ATTENTION CHRISTIANS!
Question: At what point does reading this sinful material begin to
affect your immortal soul?
Perhaps you should worry more about your soul, and less about mine.
Just think, if you do read too many sex stories, and your soul is
compromised, youÕll have to listen to me for the rest of eternity!!!
Worth thinking about, eh?
Sincerely,
Sinner Joe!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 260
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Three
And at last I could say the name of RoseÕs castle to myself. It was
Cunt Castle. ÒCunt Castle,Ó I said aloud to Louis, looking up at him
sweetly.
ÒYes,Ó he replied. He touched my cunny and rubbed me gently,
sticking himself in a little bit. Feeling his fingers in me I fondled his
cock. That was what belonged in me, but we were just playing now,
allowing ourselves these few special moments before retreating to a bed
in the castle. We would spend the afternoon jousting, I knew. Him with
his cock and me with my bottom and slit.
Andre and Polly drew close. I looked at her. I tugged LouisÕ fingers
out of my slit and went to her. I put my arm around her waist. I was
slightly taller. I gazed into her uplifted eyes.
Maria passed in front of us. She had an umbrella over her head to
protect her wrinkled features from the sun. Lightly I reached out and
plucked it from her fingers. I lifted it over my head, then passed it over
PollyÕs so that it would shelter her the most, me a little less.
Maria stood, looking at me. She had been tasked with walking RoseÕs
dalmatian and she did not like having her umbrella stolen. She had so
many chores. Our brunch waited to be cleared away, yet sheÕd been given
yet another job. The dalmatian strained at its leash, eager for its walk. I
think there was a female dog down by the workerÕs huts, in heat, hoping
her savior might come to visit her. Was Maria to mate the dogs? I did not
know.
ÒCome, Polly,Ó I said to my girlfriend. I brushed past Maria. Let her
work for us, just as Polly and I worked for Louis and Andre. Let her
always be in attendance on us.
ÒWalk the dog, Maria,Ó I said to her, commanding her, and I relished
my new attitude of command. With my arm around PollyÕs waist, holding
her close, I walked her toward the house. Andre and Louis followed. They
watched our alluring bottoms, all red from their punishment and, I doubted
not, due to receive more before our stay at the castle was over. But I did
not mind. We had come here to try new things.
ÒWhat- what are we going to dooo?Ó Polly asked me. I let my eyes
fall upon her breasts and I watched as their tips stemmed with wiggling
pleasure into the mid-day sun.
ÒIÕm going to serve you for dessert,Ó I said to her, thinking quickly.
Yes. I would lay her out on a sofa, her hands pressed to her sides, and
squirt whipped cream on her as she lay watching me. I would stand over
her and decorate her, freely showing my bush, both of us quite nude. Our
boyfriends would watch, astonished, waiting for the scrumptious dessert
to be served. And weÕd eat her then, feeding like Romans at an orgy, all of
us naked as she, but she at least clothed in whipped cream and syrup.
And weÕd invite Rose. And sheÕd be delighted by my inventiveness.
She would partake of Polly with us. I smacked my lips and gazed into
PollyÕs eyes. She was breathless with excitement.
ÒServed for dessert?Ó she asked. SheÕd lost enough of her
babyishness in her whipping last night to know not to protest.
ÒYes,Ó I replied. ÒAs girls, Polly, we must know what our foremost
duty is.Ó
ÒWahtÕs that?Ó she asked, mangling her question a little in her
excitement.
ÒTo serve men,Ó I said. And, glancing over my shoulder, I knew that
before I left this strange castle IÕd see Andre, at least, reduced to dessert
himself, his cock stemming up through Cool-Whip, streaked with chocolate
syrup, just as JackÕs had been. The thought made me shiver right through
to the depths of my belly. ÒTo serve men,Ó I said again, and we walked
with swinging bottoms into the cool, shadowed sanctuary of the castle.
THE END
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter One
I was being held captive in a castle by my boyfriend. His nameÕs
Louis. ItÕs every girlÕs fantasy, I suppose. Or at least, it was mine. I
think. Sometimes these things just happen. At least I had my friend Polly
to keep me company. SheÕs such a baby. We both had just received our
first real whipping, the night before, and Polly had been told to count off
the strokes. She lost track of the numbers. That, at least, is what Rose
told me. SheÕs our mistress. She makes sure we get our Ôjust desserts,Õ
so to speak, and I was just thinking of turning Polly into a dessert when
Rose interrupted us in the kitchen.
ÒThere you are!Ó Rose said to us. I was standing with a can of
whipped cream in my hand, with Polly laid out on the kitchen table,
waiting, and Andre and Louis each standing alongside the table, letting her
fondle their cocks. We were all quite naked. ÒYou girls have an
appointment with child protective services,Ó Rose told Polly and I. ÒIÕm
sorry, men, but the girls have got to go into town,Ó she told our
boyfriends. They looked quite dejected, suddenly, despite the fact that
Polly still was playing with their penises. ÒYou didnÕt think you could just
steal these girls away from their parents without somebody snooping
about, did you?Ó she asked them. ÒBe realistic, men. Even in Argentina
someoneÕs bound to hop about when parents call in about their missing
daughters. Especially such young teens as these. The fact that your
girlfriends are each blessed with big bosoms doesnÕt change the fact that
theyÕre both just 13 and 14. Be glad this is Argentina, not America. IÕve
arranged for a sympathetic interview. With luck, they may be back by
afternoon.Ó Gently but firmly Rose disengaged our adult boyfriendÕs
members from PollyÕs small hands. Their pricks quivered with their need.
ÒGod, let us just cum, then,Ó Louis groaned, and I was surprised to
see him beg. Usually he was quite manly, suppressing his need, letting us
play with him until we were ready.
ÒYouÕve already gone twice this morning,Ó Polly scolded him, rising
from the table and whacking his cockhead with her erect pointing finger.
She winced as she felt the effects of the whipping on her bottom. The
pain lingered still, though it was a fuller, more beautific pain now, if you
let yourself think about it a certain way. It sort of glowed over my
bottom, and hers too, I imagine, except where the single weal IÕd been
given still made a knot of unremitting sharpness within my skin.
Polly scooted herself down off the kitchen table and patted her
bottom with both her hands to try to brush away the pain. We werenÕt
bruised or anything, as IÕve heard sometimes happens to women. WeÕd just
been given good paddlings, thatÕs all, but with some fearsome implements.
TheyÕd scored our heinies but been kept from really hurting us. Rose had a
sheepish hand when it came to disciplining a girl. She tried to be rough
and tough but her gentle side always won out. This I was to learn in more
detail at my appointment.
ÒDonÕt blame me. They just called,Ó Rose said to our boyfriends
about child protective services. She hustled Polly and I out of the kitchen
and upstairs to my bedroom where, laid out on clean sheets were prim
schoolgirl uniforms. ÒItÕs a school day, girls, in case you didnÕt notice,Ó
Rose smiled at Polly and I. ÒGet dressed quickly and try not to put too
much makeup on. I need you both to look like innocents, not whores.Ó
We nodded. She made us both visit the tub first. We did each otherÕs
bottoms, since they were still quite sore from last night. Then we slipped
into our new clothes and raced each other down the front staircase and out
to RoseÕs limo.
Rose did not accompany us. I have a sneaking suspicion she stayed
behind to attend to Louis and AndreÕs penises. After all, theyÕd both been
sporting huge erections, and at a place like RoseÕs, nicknamed Cunt Castle,
they were sure to find some female to relieve themselves in. People
seemed to come and go quite regularly. Rose was always entertaining new
guests. And then there were her special guests, like Polly and I, kept for
days there just because she liked us and felt we were especially pretty. I
wondered if she were a lesbian. I mean, she couldnÕt be, could she? Rose
liked men as much as she liked girls and women. I guess she liked all the
flavors of the rainbow, sexually. But, as I was soon to learn, she was just
getting started in this sort of play.
ÒIt hurts to sit on my bottom,Ó Polly told me. ÒEspecially for long
periods.Ó
ÒYou sat on the chaise lounge out by the pool okay,Ó I told her. Rose
had supplied the limo with hand held video games this morning, perhaps
expecting that weÕd have trouble sitting still. IÕd gotten in first and
claimed Centipede. I think Polly was less than satisfied with being stuck
with Space Invaders. ItÕs such an old, boring game.
ÒWell, I guess...Ó Polly began, and then made a grab for my centipede
game.
ÒNo! Polly! I got it first!Ó I told her.
ÒOh, this is stupid,Ó Polly complained. She yanked at the necktie of
her schoolgirl uniform, a big floppy decorative bow, loosening it.
ÒPolly, you have to be good and look like a proper little girl or weÕll
be sent back to our parents,Ó I warned her.
ÒI donÕt like wearing clothes anymore,Ó she said frankly. ÒI just
want to swim in my pool and not wear anything!Ó
ÒItÕs not your pool, itÕs RoseÕs,Ó I replied.
ÒI have a pool at my house,Ó she told me proudly.
ÒDo your mom and dad let you skinny dip in it?Ó I asked pointedly.
ÒNo,Ó Polly said, and went back to concentrating on Space Invaders.
ÒMaybe if you played at something more sophisticated than the Teddy
Bear level youÕd enjoy the game more,Ó I suggested. There was an electric
picture of a teddy bearÕs face in the corner of her screen.
ÒI canÕt WIN at the other levels,Ó Polly replied.
ÒOh well, if youÕre good and donÕt undress yourself IÕll switch with
you on the way back,Ó I promised her.
ÒOkay,Ó Polly answered. She seemed happy now. She zapped the
descending aliens with increasing success.
ÒIÕm almost up to two million points!Ó Polly declared as we finally
approached the child protection building.
ÒWell, get ready to quit. WeÕre almost there,Ó I told her, looking out
the window.
ÒNow I just want to play Space Invaders for the rest of my life,Ó
Polly admitted.
Our driver escorted us up into the big Child Protective building. It
looked like a structure Stalin had designed. It was shaped like a box,
stretching toward the sky like the Tower of Babel, and each window had
been carefully fitted with bars to make sure none of the protected
children decided to seek independence.
Frederick, our driver, turned us over to someone at the door. He
looked mean. A short, fat man with a handlebar mustache. He had a big
nametag on. With a very officious demeanor he led us up to the front desk
and turned us over to the lady there. She glanced up at us from behind
granny glasses.
ÒYou will be called when IÕm ready for you,Ó the woman told us. She
pointed to some empty chairs beyond a door, and the fat man took us
through the door, which had a pane of heavy, unbreakable glass in it. We
sat down and the fat man left, locking the door on his way out. Polly and I
sat on hard plastic chairs, not the least comfortable, and found ourselves
staring out at the woman behind the desk.
ÒWhat do we do now?Ó Polly asked me. She tried shifting her weight
to get her bottom more comfortable but it was no use.
ÒTry to look good. Read a magazine,Ó I said absently to her, as
distracted as she was at the uncomfortable nature of our seats.
Polly glanced around. On a nearby platform (it posed as a table but
was nothing but a square of plastic stuck between two chairs) some
magazines lay. Polly, glad for an excuse to get up, walked over the table.
She bent to look at the magazines and I smiled to myself as I saw her
dress lift up in back to show the tops of her white schoolgirl stockings.
They kept her legs clad in white worsted right up to mid-thigh, but above
her legs gleamed out like tanned columns of cinnamon. A little higher and
one might see her white undies, if she bent over more. Pull them down and
her marks from the whipping would show.
VIDEO REVIEWS
by holy joe
Sensual Pleasures, $14.95. VHS, Color, 85 minutes. Item Number:
ED0543. EDDE Entertainment.
Review: LetÕs have a look at the box first. ItÕs great. Lots of
beautiful females, all blondes, sensuously exploring each othersÕ bodies. I
must admit that the photo on the back of the box is what really got me
going: two sleepy-eyed blondes, lying on their tummies in bed, with their
bare asses sticking up innocently at me. Naturally, theyÕre both looking
back over their shoulders at me, as if to say, ÒYou wouldnÕt be having any
naughty thoughts about our bottoms, would you?Ó
Certainly not. Not if the tape is from EDDE.
IÕve bought four tapes from EDDE. (Available at SunCoast Video
stores.) The first was titled ÒNude Nurses.Ó It had awful-looking girls in
it, and was really dopey. But there was ONE excellent babe in it, and she
was worth the price of the video.
Next, I bought ÒNude Prisoners.Ó The excellent-looking babe is back,
but this time sheÕs naked in prison. Unfortunately, that video was really
boring. About all that happened in it is that the good-looking babe, and
two shitty ones, undress in a prison cell.
Next I bought ÒNude Birthday Party.Ó By now I had some misgivings
about EDDE, but I figured it was worth a try. After all, nude girls blowing
on party favors and smooshing cake in each othersÕ faces was surely on
the video, right? Wrong. It is a totally boring video. The girls are all
dogs and they do NOTHING interesting.
And so, it was with great trepidation that I coughed up the money
for this video. But, you know, with such a great box, I just had to try it.
Big mistake. This box has nothing to do with the movie inside. The
movie is actually from the 1970Õs! Can you believe that? It is a very,
very, very tame 1970Õs ÒsexÓ movie, with no sex in it. The film is really
old and grainy. The men, frankly, look better than the women, so if youÕre
into cute young men, you may find this film of interest. (They all have
ÒLuke SkywalkerÓ haircuts.)
Only at the very end of this old, 1970Õs movie is there anything of
even negligible interest. At the very end, in a dark room, a (cute) guy and
a (not so cute) girl have a pillow fight. For whatever reason, the pillow
fight is shown at a very high rate of speed. (Maybe EDDE was running out
of video tape, as they were re-taping this for the 90Õs.)
After the pillow fight, the guy and the girl hop into bed. They stop
fighting, spontaneously, and begin kissing. Meanwhile, the girl had been
sharing a bed with a nude girlfriend. She wakes up, sees the girl and the
guy kissing, and joins them. That was, I admit, quite erotic. But the scene
of her intruding upon and then sharing their kiss lasts less than 30
seconds.
After kissing, the two girls and the guy lie down. Next is a very
brief scene of feathers being placed upon one of the girlÕs tummies and
then being blown off. Actually, you donÕt see the feathers being put on the
tummy. (They appear, as if by magic, thanks to spliced tape in the editing
room.) You just see them being blown off, as weird 1970Õs Òsex tapeÓ
music plays in the background.
ThatÕs it. One shitty little scene, that lasts less than 30 seconds, on
this 85 minute tape. DonÕt be fooled by the wording on the box, which
reads: ÒUNRATED VERSION.Ó ThereÕs nothing but (boring) nudity on this
tape, and sexless ÔsexÕ scenes. And, like I said, the quality of the tape,
visually, is atrocious.
DonÕt buy from EDDE. No matter how much you might like the box,
skip anything marked ÒEDDE.Ó YouÕll just be left high and dry, like when
you first came into the video store, looking for something juicy to watch.
(But youÕll be $15.00 poorer.)
AND IN THE END...
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