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                                  - National Journal, 11/15/97, pg. 2312.


                                      Andrew Roller Presents
                                              FUCK DECENCY

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                                              Issue No. 315

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                              Nudie Nursery

                                              Chapter Three
 
         Missy patted my bottom.  ÒYouÕll learn to submit here, thatÕs for 
sure,Ó she said.  She breathed a big childish sigh again.  ÒThey say it 
makes you feminine, submitting.Ó  I nodded without nodding, moving my 
chin a little on my pillow in agreement.
         ÒWhy did you cum?Ó I asked.  We both giggled at the allusion.  I felt 
soft and warm and cared for.  
         ÒI came because IÕm naughty,Ó Missy said.  She was confident as 
Oliver Twist on a pickpocketing spree.  ÒI get naughty sometimes.  My 
parents say IÕm hard to handle.Ó
         ÒWhat did you do?Ó I asked.
         ÒOh, various things,Ó she replied mischievously.  ÒThey decided 
theyÕd had enough when they came home early and I was having a big party 
for all the kids and we were having nude footraces up and down my 
driveway.  That was fun.  I got laid too!Ó
         ÒDid you like it?Ó I asked.
         ÒSure, it was a great party.  Everyone got laid and drunk and our 
parents all said we were going to be whores when we grow up, and the 
boys were all going to prison.  Of course, everyone blamed my parents, 
Ôcause its their house and IÕm their daughter.  So they decided to send me 
here.Ó  
         ÒThere!Ó Missy announced, and proudly slapped my bottom.
         ÒYeeeOW!Ó I shouted.  She plopped down onto her tummy beside me 
and offered me the squirt bottle of lotion.  ÒDo my ass,Ó she said.  ÒI got 
whipped too, by Olaf!Ó  She turned her face to him and stuck out her 
tongue.  He ignored her.  He apparently had no power over her now, except 
to keep her in the prisonerÕs wing and under reasonable control.
         I brushed my hair back and got up.  What an unusual girl!  She 
actually ASKED for trouble, seemed to relish it.  I wondered what would 
happen to her in life.  She was well brought-up, despite her naughtiness.  
But she seemed to need to test life even more than I did.  I squirted lotion 
on her bottom and had just begun to rub it in when we both heard a sobbing 
scream from the bathroom.
         ÒOooh!  ThatÕs Sally!Ó Missy said, propping her head up on her elbows 
and listening alertly.  ÒLetÕs go peek!Ó  We leapt from the bed.  I thought 
Olaf would stop us but he didnÕt, merely standing, sentinel-like, as we 
rushed with quiet footsteps to my door and looked into the bathroom.
         There, before my astonished eyes, was a woman, perhaps 25, with 
big slumbrous breasts and gorgeous hips.  Her waist was narrow and her 
legs long and lean and perfectly tanned.  She dropped to her knees, sobbing, 
as a man emerged from her bedroom and began whacking her bottom with a 
belt.  SheÕd clearly received much already; her bottom and even her back 
and thighs were scored with broad, bright red weal-like marks.  
         Sally knelt on the floor like a dog and received blow after blow 
across her lovely heinie.  Her breasts, big as gourds, swung with every 
flailing blow of the belt.  Her nipples stuck out like thorns, as if lusting 
for more.  Her master was beautifully formed, not ugly like Olaf.  He had a 
large, broad chest and column-like legs.  His ass seemed tight and small 
and he clenched it as he swung the belt again and again in painful strokes 
across SallyÕs rump.  Most tantalizing of all, his dick stuck straight out, 
unsatisfied.  Perhaps Missy and I would get invited to an orgy after all!
         ÒThatÕs David,Ó Missy said.  ÒHe can be mean.Ó  We watched with 
wondering eyes as Sally received her due and then, forced on her knees to 
the toilet, was made to drink from it.  As she did David dropped down to 
the floor behind her and prodded her with his cock.  
         ÒOhhh, no!Ó Sally cried.  Her voice burbled somewhere inside the 
toilet bowl as David rudely forced his prick into her from behind and began 
humping her.  
         Missy fingered her clit.  ÒDavidÕs the worst,Ó she confided in me.  
ÒHe treats his women terribly, even worse than Olaf.  Fortunately we donÕt 
have him for our guard.  HeÕs usually assigned to the ladies.Ó  
         ÒWhoÕs Sally?Ó I asked, succumbing to the same temptation that 
gripped Missy, dropping a questing finger to my cunny and seeking pleasure 
there, or, rather, relief.
         ÒSheÕs a private secretary, but she likes to get it sometimes,Ó she 
replied.  ÒShe checks in and begs not to be hurt, and they donÕt, actually, I 
guess, hurt her, I mean, but they have David here sometimes and he really 
puts her through her paces.  This is her third time, I think.Ó
         ÒHow do you know all this?Ó I said, turning briefly to her.  I felt 
silly, standing naked in the bathroom door, frigging myself, her beside me, 
doing the same, the two of us conspiratorial children, but I couldnÕt help 
it.  My senses were overwhelmed.
         ÒI live three blocks away,Ó Missy whispered.  ÒI sneak over here and 
spy on them.  IÕve done it all year, ever since my mom and dad moved to 
Caracas.  I was too scared to ever play here.  And I never thought my 
parents would find out about this place and send me here!Ó
         ÒOhhh,Ó I replied.  I felt a tremor seize my tummy as an orgasm built 
inside me.  Missy rubbed herself more eagerly.  We watched as David 
fucked Sally.  Olaf, seemingly unperturbed by our naughtiness, or simply 
confident that he could report it all to Jasmine when she returned, did 
nothing to stop us.
         I rubbed myself faster.  Missy showed no inhibition as she frigged 
herself.  The sight of David plunging his rod in and out of Sally was just 
too much for us.  And the thought that Olaf, however reserved he appeared 
at the moment, might choose to spank us with the cat he still clutched in 
his gloved hand, sent us over the top.  I keened out my lust, rubbing my 
spot furiously, bulging my bottom out behind me, almost hoping Olaf would 
strike me for my misbehavior.  Missy, too, seemed smitten with the 
thought of being punished for frigging herself.  She danced on tip-toe like 
an orgasmic little elf and at the same time jutted her cute bottom back, 
flaunting it at Olaf, then at David, then at me, as she shuddered through 
one orgasm and then another.
         When sheÕd been thoroughly fucked Sally recovered herself and 
managed to stand.  David, whoÕd been so cruel to her before, helped her, his 
hands kind, gentle, almost loving.  She saw us, smiled, and walked over to 
us.  We stood like Beavis and Butthead now, our orgasms shiveringly 
subsiding within us.  She put her arms around us and we let our mouths be 
put to her bosoms.  I suckled one of her tits as Missy nipped and suckled 
the other.
         ÒMissy dear, donÕt bite me!Ó Sally laughed.  David, tantalizingly, 
watched over us, as if he might master Missy and me now that he was done 
with Sally.  We supped at her tits as if weÕd missed breakfast and dinner.  
I found myself awakened to a new kind of love.  Soft, nurturing, feminine, 
but with the male presence right behind me, in the person of Olaf and 
David, forever ready to break in and seize me.  
         ÒGo to bed, dears,Ó Sally said at last, pulling our sucking babyish 
mouths from her teats.  Missy and I were starting to feel frisky again and 
we didnÕt want to go.
         ÒDrink from the toilet, both of you!Ó David said.  He ordered us over 
to the commode and we were forced to sink down to our knees next to each 
other and put our heads inside.
         I tasted the water.  It was no different from ordinary water, but the 
thought of drinking from a toilet--!  Missy lapped without complaint.  I 
decided, reaching back to feel my wounded bottom, that IÕd best follow 
along.  We drank like deer from a stream, just using our tongues.  When we 
were finally permitted to lift our heads from the bowl I found myself 
smacking my lips.
         ÒWell, IÕm not at all thirsty so I wonÕt need any more drinks 
tonight!Ó Missy assured Olaf and David.
         ÒAny time you get up to pee youÕll also take a nice long drink from 
the toilet,Ó David assured her.  Was he in charge of us too?  Looking at 
Sally, with marks all over her back, her bottom, and her thighs, made me 
shiver at the prospect of being his slave.  Yet, he was already growing 
hard again, watching us.  Freely he put his hand to his penis and gave it a 
quick massage.
         ÒAh, that feels better,Ó David grinned.  ÒGod, what a gorgeous pair of 
girls you two are!  Missy, those breasts are like plump little melons!  
WhoÕs your new friend?Ó
         ÒThis is Kelly,Ó Missy smiled coyly.  She put a finger to my bosom 
and pushed on my nipple as if it were a button.  David put his hand to his 
cock and massaged it briefly again, his eyes gazing at me appreciatively.
         ÒPleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó he said graciously.  I was surprised at 
his gallantry.
         ÒYour reputation precedes you, sir, as does your thing,Ó I replied. 

                                    NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
                                                by holy joe

         Many people will try to name this era, and one of the names will 
stick.  Forever after, people will say, Òand in the (you name it) era, a 
phrase coined by (whomever)...Ó
         Hence, in the interest of immortality, allow me to throw a name into 
the ring.
         I call this the ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ.
         The ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ followed the Ôfree love eraÕ.  The Ôfree love eraÕ 
was the 1960Õs and 1970Õs.  The yuppies were young during those years.  
Being young, they were determined to have a good time.  And they did.  
         Then, about 1980, the yuppies started having children.  Not just 
ordinary children.  No, no.  They were Òprecious childrenÓ.  At the same 
time, feminism was building up a big head of steam.
         American women decided that they were not going to be pretty or 
fun or pliant anymore.  They were going to be Òdemanding and assertiveÓ.  
But they knew that American men, not being utterly stupid, would cease to 
like them if they became Òdemanding and assertiveÓ.  Men might choose to 
prefer girls.  Girls, as you know, have a tendency to be pretty, fun, and, 
sometimes even (God forbid) pliant.
         Hence, girls had to be made illegal.  Men were no longer to have 
anything to do with girls.  They were not even supposed to notice that 
girls existed.
         But feminism didnÕt stop there.  Girls themselves had to cease to 
exist.  There were to be no more girls in America.  All the girls were to be 
made into tomboys.
         Furthermore, men were no longer supposed to exist either.  Men were 
now to be made into Òsensitive malesÓ.  The same was true for boys.
         How much fun is it for the following people to have sex?
         a.  Having sex with a woman who dresses and acts like a man.
         b.  Having sex with a man who thinks and acts like a woman.
         c.  Having sex with a girl who is a tomboy.
         d.  Having sex with a boy whoÕs a sissy.
         In addition to the above disincentives, there is also:
         a.  Òsexual harassmentÓ
         b.  Òdate rapeÓ
         c.  Òchild molestationÓ
         d.  castration
         e.  life in prison
         f.  civil lawsuits
         See what I mean?  This is the ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ.  I havenÕt even touched 
on AIDS, an unfortunate natural phenomenon.  All of the disincentives 
listed above, except AIDS, are man-made.  They donÕt have to exist.
         So much for the naming of this era.  (ItÕs a lot more descriptive than 
ÒThe Post-Cold War Era,Ó isnÕt it?)

         And what of the magazines of this ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ?  LetÕs have a 
look:

Hustler, February 1998, $5.99.  Web:  http://www.hustler.com

         Review:  What would it look like if a miniature woman was put in 
your dishwasher?  Hustler answers this all-important question in its 
centerfold this issue.  ÒAprilÓ pretends to make love to herself amongst 
various plates, glasses, and jars.  How erotic.  Next month:  see ÒMayÓ 
pretend to be inside your vacuum cleaner.
         A significantly better pictorial is ÒChanel, Next to GodlinessÓ.  As 
soon as I saw the rubber duckie on page 91 I was won over.  Chanel takes a 
bath in her pictorial.  SheÕs wonderfully young.  She has a perfect face and 
body.  Her tits are large and luscious.  I wish there had been a few more 
pages to this pictorial.  It ends with her about to be butt-fucked lying next 
to the tub on a towel.  How wonderful to have seen that taken just a little 
further (whether real or pretend)!
         An even better pictorial is ÒShawna and ShelbyÓ (pg. 18).  It features 
two reasonably attractive females getting it on with a man.  The thing 
about this pictorial is, it looks real.  You really feel like youÕre watching a 
young couple invite a (girl)friend into their love life for the evening.  My 
only wish for this pictorial was that it had been longer.  Also, I would 
have liked to have seen a few more photos of the girls getting undressed.  
In the first photo they are dressed, but in the second photo theyÕre totally 
nude!  What happened in between?  Did a flying saucer zap their clothing  
away?  Perhaps next time a shot could be included of them taking their 
bras off, at least.
         An outstanding article in this issue is:  ÒLegal Teen Sluts Talk About 
FuckingÓ (pg. 46).  This is one of the funniest articles IÕve ever read.  For 
instance:

TAMMY:  ...I like giving head at times -- except when it makes me gag.
KARI:  It makes you gag when guys push your head down on their cocks.
LISA:  Yeah.  They shove your head!

         I also found the above article to be very educational.  Hustler writes:  
ÒOn average, teenage girls have their cherries popped at 16.Ó  (pg. 46)  And 
one of the interviewees, Kari, says, ÒI was 14.  I wanted to do it because 
everybody was talking about it.  So one night, this guy and I snuck out of 
my house and fucked in the woods.Ó  (pg. 46).
         In this way we see that AmericaÕs ÒAge of ConsentÓ laws are total 
crap. 
         Of course I canÕt end my review of this issue of Hustler without 
taking note of this juicy line:  ÒDad simply wouldnÕt believe that Angie 
was a wanton little slut who flaunted it all over the playground.Ó (pg. 31).  
         And this ad:  ÒThey left me in the house alone... and IÕm really horny!  
Call me and tell me what it takes to get you off!  1-800-324-KRISÓ (pg. 
121).


Penthouse, January 1998, $6.99.  Web:  http://www.penthousemag.com

         Review:  This is the shittiest issue of Penthouse IÕve ever seen.  
First off, the lady on the cover is WAY too old.  She looks like somebodyÕs 
mom.  Check out her ÒPet of the YearÓ poster, next to page 126.  She looks 
like sheÕs yawning!  (And probably is.)
         Eva, the Pet of the Month, also looks old (page 83).  Nothing much 
happens in her pictorial, unless you count sucking on a glass dildo.  But 
IÕve seen that already in Penthouse, a number of times, and by much cuter, 
and younger chicks than Eva.  (For instance, by Andi Sue!)
         ÒStar Whores:  Return of the NudiÓ (pg. 65) is total crap.  It features 
a bunch of refugees from a strip joint who (get this) use sound waves on 
each other.  Golleee.  Between that and imagining a woman in my 
dishwasher, IÕm supposed to get an erection.  Sure.
         Then thereÕs this pictorial:  ÒDancing with WolfÓ (pg. 152).  A woman 
who is so old she has skin hanging down under her chin (pg. 152) makes out 
with an Indian dude.  Worse, the woman looks like she has fake tits.  
(Though hopefully IÕm wrong about that.)  The only redeeming feature of 
this pictorial is that there are tons and tons of well-executed, never 
before seen photos of the woman sucking the manÕs cock.  All the fags 
down at the gay bar were very excited about this pictorial.  Also, I saw 
three feminists masturbating themselves in Tower Books over this 
pictorial.  Unfortunately, being an ordinary American male, I didnÕt buy 
this monthÕs Penthouse to admire a manÕs penis (sucked or not).  I was 
hoping to see GIRLS!  I guess now IÕll have to wait until January to 
ejaculate...

                                             AND IN THE END...

                                             ACHTUNG, JUDEN!

         ÒSen. Lauch Faircloth and Rep. Marge Roukema have introduced a 
bill that would require Internet service providers to deny accounts to 
convicted pedophiles.Ó

- Newsweek, December 1, 1997, pg. 12.


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