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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 290
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
ÒAnd now you,Ó Francis said to me. I cupped my breasts with my
hands and lifted them up, as if in offering, but really to slip my thumbs
over my nipples.
ÒNo no, let me see those nipples,Ó Francis said to me. Regretfully I
pulled my thumbs back but kept my hands under my bosoms. She struck
twice, licking into each of my boobs, hitting my nipples both times.
ÒYeeeeOOOOCH!Ó I shouted. I leapt up from the tub and was out of it
before I even knew what had happened. I bit my lip and massaged my poor
nipples.
ÒGet back in silly. Are you a skairdy kat?Ó Francis asked me. She
swung her whip and struck me across my belly.
ÒIÕll find another bathroom,Ó I told her. I stomped out of the
bathroom, cupping my breasts protectively, agonizing over the state of my
nipples. They were O.K., I finally decided, rubbing them. But I went
upstairs anyway, looking for another tub. When I found one it was
occupied by a man and a woman. They were bent over it, their heads down
inside it and their legs outside, kneeling on a throw rug. Their asses were
offered up to a domme in a corset and boots and she was happily flaying
their tushies. Their bellies, though, pressed onto the rim of the tub, were
held aloft and protected by soft cushions.
In the moonlight, skirting the headlamps of cars, hoping nobody saw
me and kidnapped me, I rode a bike home. I had nothing on. I hoped Tabitha
wouldnÕt miss her bike. I slipped into my momÕs house in the dead of night
and went upstairs and put myself to bed, in my own bed, after enduring a
quick shower. I felt dead tired after the stress of bicycling in the nude.
Quickly I fell asleep and when my mother came up to wake me in the
morning she was shocked to find I didnÕt have my P.J.Õs on.
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Chapter Three
ItÕs amazing what happens when you follow the bouncing ball. I was
playing on the beach by myself, batting my beach ball around. I was
treating the boys like absolute shit. No matter which of them came up to
me, no matter how handsome, IÕd ask for my ball back and refuse to play
with him. I would tell him I was practising for my girlÕs volleyball team
and we werenÕt allowed to practise with boys. Then IÕd loft my ball up
again, and try to keep it up by tapping underneath it with my fingers. I
was getting quite good at it when a big gust of wind blew my ball down
the beach. I went running after it. Two boys tried to run with me, to
catch it, but I speeded up and they settled for a view of my ass instead as
my ball bounced its way under someoneÕs umbrella.
I dashed up and dropped to my knees on someoneÕs beach towel. I
was feeling frisky, and IÕd seen a big man sitting under the umbrella, just
him in shadow, with a girl beside him. She looked very beautiful, a young
woman. Wickedly, I wanted to see if I could give her some competition.
After all, I was just 14. Would her hunky boyfriend turn out to be a
pervert?
Collapsing under their umbrella onto my knees, I knelt with my
breasts heaving and my mouth wide and panting. I was wearing my tiniest
bikini. Each rise of my breasts with my breath threatened to loft my
bosoms right out of my top. Awkwardly I reached back behind myself and
pulled my panties out of my ass crack. I didnÕt want to give the boys
whoÕd been chasing me any more of a mooning than I had to!
ÒHi!Ó the young woman with the man said to me. She spoke as if to
put me at ease. Rats. She was too nice. I glanced at her, saw she was a
brunette with wide eyes and soft lips and a body as curvaceous as mine.
She appeared to be 19, no more. She had on a bikini top whose cups were
so narrow that they left most of her bosom exposed. Her panties lay over
her pussy but the string bows were completely untied. I realized they
must have been playing when my ball blew in. My eyes turned to her
boyfriend. My God! His swimsuit, despite being the fashionable baggy-
trunks kind, looked like its crotch was about to burst. His thing stood up
within it, quite frankly, unable to go down and, with me now heaving
before him, appearing to rise even more. He was brown-haired and
muscled and hairy. Casually, or as casually as he could muster, he picked
up a womenÕs magazine and opened it and dropped it over his crotch.
ÒWomenÕs Day,Ó the cover said, but the magazine was pitched at such a
steep angle it was obviously laid over a man. His girlfriend looked at him
and laughed.
ÒSorry about my ball,Ó I gasped, still feeling the effects of my run.
ÒSorry about my dick,Ó the man replied. I broke into giggles. Our
eyes met and lingered and when next I became aware of myself a female
hand was extending itself to me in greeting.
ÒCome and sit with us,Ó the manÕs girlfriend told me. ÒWeÕre having
a picnic but weÕve brought too much food. Would you like some lunch?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I breathed. I let my hand slip into hers. She drew me
between herself and her boyfriend. I admired her generosity. Happily I
settled next to her big beefcake and, after a momentÕs hesitation, I lifted
up the copy of WomenÕs Day. ÒI like reading,Ó I said as innocently as I
could. He let me lift up the magazine and I gasped again as I was
confronted by his big crotch.
ÒIn order to picnic with us you have to be bold enough to let me undo
your undies,Ó the manÕs girlfriend said. I knew she didnÕt want to be the
only one with untied panties.
ÒAlright,Ó I gulped. Nothing would tear me away from the sight of
that big manÕs crotch, even if it meant losing my panties. Skillfully the
woman untied me. She left my panties lying over me, just like hers were.
ÒNow letÕs do lunch,Ó she said. ÒIÕm Sherry, by the way. And this is
Jeff.Ó
ÒPleased to meet you, Jeff,Ó I said. I didnÕt even look at Sherry.
ÒMe, or just the rest of me?Ó Jeff asked me frankly. I felt
butterflies in my tummy. This was all happening so fast! ÒWell, you are
kinda hairy,Ó I said in a meek voice. I didnÕt want to offend him. ÒBut I
donÕt...Ó Could I dare say it? ÒI donÕt mind meeting your swimtrunks!Ó I
said bravely.
ÒYouÕre either the worldÕs youngest tart or the sassiest virgin on the
beach,Ó Sherry said to me. She passed a plate of shrimp salad to me and I
found it laid down on my lap so that we all could share it.
ÒNeither,Ó I protested, and then instantly realized IÕd just confessed
I wasnÕt a virgin.
ÒGood,Ó Jeff replied. Together we consented to a silence then, a kind
of truce, as we all began dipping shrimp into the bowl of sauce in the
middle of the plate of salad. It was weird to have my lap be the serving
tray. Sherry offered me a shrimp from her fingers and I accepted it in my
mouth. I knew it gave me permission to feed her beautiful boyfriend. Soon
all three of us were dipping shrimp, but feeding any mouth but our own.
From all our giggling I know the other people on the beach wondered
what was up. But, glancing inside, all they saw was three people having
lunch, albeit a little playfully. Under the shade of our big umbrella it was
impossible for them to see that our bottoms were undone. We passed the
time leisurely, enjoying our lunch, me with my tummy a little tight at
what it all might portend. Sherry and Jeff seemed very relaxed. We
chatted amiably. They asked me about school, and when I told them my
grade they seemed taken aback a moment. But they didnÕt hold it against
me. I guess Sherry herself hadnÕt been in 8th grade that long ago. Sam,
who was no more than 25, probably remembered with lust balling his first
girls in that grade. When we finished lunch Sherry and I retied our
swimsuits and then we all went and played with my ball in the ocean. It
was fun. Sam proved himself better than me at volleyball.
Resting again under their umbrella, dripping from the sea, our bodies
cooled, Sherry grew serious.
ÒSam and I are looking for something new,Ó she told me. ÒWe want
to add a third person to our sex life. Just one, and just once. She must be
a stranger like you. ThatÕs my rule, and SamÕs agreed. Because, this
mustnÕt interfere with our marriage. But if youÕd like to play with us
tonight weÕd love to have you. Sam hasnÕt done it in a week and heÕs...
well, you can see the state heÕs in.Ó I glanced over at his crotch and
nodded happily. Even after our swim he was still uncomfortably large in
the crotch. WeÕd had to keep him in water at least waist deep the whole
time he was in the ocean, just to minimize the chance of his erection
being seen.
ÒI guess I could party with you,Ó I said. ÒWhat will we do?Ó It was
Saturday. Mom was away for the weekend. IÕd managed to snub all the
boys on the beach and now I was feeling a little lonely, if I couldnÕt, you
know, play with Jeff.
ÒWe do a little bondage,Ó Sherry confessed. She blushed a little as
she said it. She was kneeling next to me, a little earnestly, and she
reached back and ran her hands over her seat as she spoke. It was as if
she were remembering some past spanking, or anticipating another.
ÒI donÕt think I want to get spanked,Ó I told her, quite honestly, but
as I said the words I leaned forward and let my lips come close to hers. I
was on my knees and I purposely arched my bottom at Jeff. Naughtily, as
if to straighten my bikini, I reached down and yanked up on the waist so
that the back of my seat went shooting into my ass.
Sherry cupped my breasts, very lightly, and nuzzled my lips. It was
a kind of half-kiss. We didnÕt want to get caught out here on the beach! At
the same time Jeff slapped my ass playfully. I felt the sting and knew
deep down I relished it. Did I want more? God no, but I couldnÕt stop the
feelings rising within me. Mixed with the sting from JeffÕs big hand was
the soft cupping of SherryÕs hands on my breasts, and her lips kissing
mine. It was so soft, so tender, yet with the threat of our very masculine
Jeff sitting behind us! I called him ÔourÕ in my mind. He would be ÔoursÕ
tonight, anyway, if I accepted!
ÒDo you want to?Ó Sherry breathed. Her voice sounded hot, fierce. I
felt her thumbs cross over my rising nipples and she tweaked at them
through my bra.
I gulped. It was now or never. Go home alone thinking of Jeff or let
him take me with him.
ÒAlright,Ó I gasped. At once Sherry stuck her tongue into my mouth.
I shouted but my shout was muffled by her gagging tongue.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Sherry said, a few minutes later. We rose from the
blanket and she picked up the picnic basket and Jeff folded up their
umbrella. I volunteered to roll up their blanket. Then Jeff picked up my
beach ball and we walked up the beach together, to their car. Somewhere
deep within my my conscience told me to say goodbye and leave them but I
shushed it and, at last, it left me alone.
Their house proved to be a low one-story structure up in the canyons
above L.A. The traffic, for some reason, was mercifully light on the
freeway and we got there much quicker than we might have. Perhaps God
was on my side, provided I didnÕt mind a spanking. We hosed off outside.
Sherry and I had fun sticking the hose in JeffÕs trunks and filling up his
already filled crotch. We had to be careful. JeffÕs neighbors had a direct
view down onto his patio. Playfully he stuck the hose in our briefs but the
water was too strong. It threatened to rip our panties apart while
simultaneously pushing them right down our thighs. We had to console
ourselves to a Puritan shower. We rinsed off as best we could and then
went inside.
They had an elegant home. The interior was wall to wall carpets
with all new furniture. Sherry said she and I would finish our shower in
the guest room. She let Jeff have their bedroom for his shower. He
wanted to switch, so he could feel gallant, but she insisted that he was
master, and must have the masterÕs bathroom. I wondered what that left
Sherry and I being.
HOLY JOE FOR PRESIDENT!
by holy joe
Recently some lady said to me, ÒWhy are you hanging around with
those little girls?Ó I replied, ÒMadam, IÕm not Ôhanging around.Õ IÕm
courting future voters!Ó And what better place to find future voters than
on a playground?
Yes, although the 2008 New Hampshire primary is still some years
away, IÕm already up here, making sure my message gets heard! I feel, why
just jump into the 2000 race? I mean, I lost in 1996! So, with regard to
my 2008 message, I figure I better get started early. Right now IÕm still
feeling my way.
One point in my message is already clear, however. Overpopulation.
There are already too many people in the world, and with the Third World
eating better, there are certain to be yet more people. What to do?
My answer is to evaluate each personÕs Ôcarrying capacity.Õ Those
with a low carrying capacity can have more children. Those with a high
carrying capacity canÕt.
For instance, fat women. Now thereÕs a carrying capacity, eh? The
woman already weighs 300 pounds, and she wants to have a kid! Everyone
knows it will be a fat kid, too.
So, no children for fat women. (Who wants them anyway, except
maybe McDonalds?) Slim women, on the other hand, have a low carrying
capacity. For instance, the girls in Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler. None
of them are fat. So they could have lots of children. Guys would get
better wives, there would be more beautiful girls to pose naked, and, at
the same time, the planet would not be strained. Slim women tend to have
slim children. Slim girls, slim boys. Even the feminists would be happy,
Ôcause there would be more handsome men in the world!
(Of course, being the guy who thought up this idea, there would be an
exception for me.)
Another benefit of my plan is that more young, teenage girls could
get pregnant. Right now, weÕre told girls mustnÕt get pregnant, because
theyÕre too young. Nonsense! Girls have been getting fucked for thousands
of years! Who do you think all those soldiers in olden days raped when
they raped and pillaged? Fat, has-been wives, or their daughters?
So, under my plan, a girl who was, say, 12, would have no problem
having a baby. After all, she weighs FAR less than a full-grown woman.
(Especially a fat woman.) Even fat 12-year-olds could get pregnant, under
my plan, since they would still weigh less (hopefully) than a full-grown
woman.
So IÕve been asking the girls who will be most benefitted by this
plan what they think of it. ItÕs a simple poll I conduct. (Anything too
complicated might result in an erroneous answer, with girls this age.) I
ask them, ÒWould you like to have a baby?Ó And 100 percent of the girls
answer, ÒYes!Ó Some of them are even carrying a baby around already! ItÕs
a fake one, of course, and I asked some of them, ÒThis baby is fake. Why
do you bother hauling it around with you?Ó
Do you know what my constituents answered? They said, ÒWe like
babies! We like when they burp, and cry, and especially when they wet
their diapers!Ó (Sounds silly, I know, but thatÕs what they answered.)
I am very happy to have felt out this position. But donÕt worry, IÕve
got to interview more than just first-time voters. I plan to be fully
prepared in 2008. Next, IÕm going to interview men. IÕll ask them, ÒWould
you like more fat women in the world, or less?Ó IÕm not sure what theyÕll
answer, but IÕve got my hopes.
Finally, IÕll interview women. And IÕll ask them, ÒWould you rather
get fucked by a fat dude like me, or a slim guy?Ó There, IÕm pretty sure
IÕm on firm ground. After all, every woman IÕve ever asked to let me fuck
her has turned me down.
Yep! First-time voters, men, women, IÕm predicting theyÕll all come
my way in 2008. I donÕt know yet who my competition will be, but IÕm
hopeful if I prepare far enough in advance, IÕll have really high poll
numbers. Then all the other candidates will be scared to debate me, or
perhaps even to be seen with me! (Would you want to compete with Arnold
Schwarzenegger or Sly Stallone for a date? I doubt it! YouÕd wait Ôtil
theyÕd got what they wanted before you made your move, wouldnÕt you?)
And it will be the same with me. Having felt out all my positions, I
expect to be the Rambo of American politics in 2008. EVERY position
tested, repeatedly, until IÕm correctly positioned. Then it should be like,
you know, a straight cum shot right to the White House!
(Sorry, Mario Cuomo, youÕll have to skip running in 2008 too.)
( - This announcement has been paid for by evil, manipulative, adult-
loving, white suburbanites who attend the Christian church and who are
attempting to influence American politics.)
AND IN THE END...
OUR ÒSEX LESSÓ LITTLE GIRLS
ÒElvisÕ black sound, his emphatic hair, his even more emphatic
pelvis aroused pre-pubescent, pre-rebellious baby boomers.Ó
- The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, August 15, 1997.
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