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Today, in Honor of the Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ...
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 322
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
The woman with the long strands of pearls rose from her own chair,
putting down her tea first, on the low coffeetable the three of them had
been sharing. I saw a book on the table. ÒLost Loves, The Shame of
AmericaÕs Anti-Gay Policies,Ó it said. Beside it was a book of poems.
ÒLittle Clits,Ó its no-nonsense title proclaimed. A tasseled bookmark
with hearts lay between the chapbook and the treatise.
Jasmine wiped MissyÕs bottom. ÒOh boo hoo!Ó Missy cried, standing
in the chair, her breasts held by Kerri and Jasmine and Leslie attending to
her ass. But what about me? I was next. I knew I was next. I had to
stand and watch her suffer and then take her place, all for the womenÕs
aimless amusement. It was midafternoon, a time of boredom and invented
games to pass the time. I looked at Brent.
ÒMust I?Ó I asked him. He nodded. ÒOh, donÕt make me!Ó I begged.
ÒWhy?Ó he asked.
ÒBecause I love you!Ó I sighed.
ÒThen obey me,Ó he replied. He looked away from me and stood
admiring MissyÕs ass. Jasmine was kissing it, soft little kissed. Beside
her Leslie had picked up a crop off a lamp table and was testing its flex.
With her hands she bent it, then let go of one end and let it snap back to
rigidity.
ÒThis should leave nice marks,Ó Leslie said to Jasmine.
ÒIt will give her something to be proud of,Ó Jasmine agreed. ÒI
always liked showing off my marks after a whipping when I was a teen,
didnÕt you?Ó
ÒMmmmHmmm,Ó Leslie agreed. ÒThough now I prefer having the whip
hand.Ó
ÒThere is more work involved in being mistress, though,Ó Jasmine
said. She lifted her face from MissyÕs bottom and patted it with her hand.
ÒIÕLL be mistress!Ó Missy piped up.
ÒShhhh, or youÕll be gagged!Ó Kerri, squeezing her breasts, answered.
ÒYouÕd just dance around and act silly and whack without even
aiming,Ó Jasmine replied. ÒA young girl submits first, Missy. Only then
may she lead.Ó On the lamp table a bottle of Alpha-Keri lotion waited to
be smoothed on MissyÕs bottom. Beside it, in a little pile, were condoms,
no doubt for Brent. They were wrapped in gold foil. Would he have our
bottoms, encased in them? I looked at him again. His trousers sported a
tent now. I longed for him but he was gazing at MissyÕs ass.
ÒHold her,Ó Jasmine said to Kerri.
ÒIÕve got her by the breasts,Ó Kerri smiled.
ÒI want you all whipped,Ó Brent said. Jasmine, just accepting the
crop from Leslie, looked back at my lover.
ÒWould you like that, Brent?Ó Jasmine asked. She flexed the crop
between her fists.
ÒYes,Ó Brent said. ÒTake off your pants. Have your friends take off
their skirts. And your panties. Roll up your blouses so I can watch your
bare ass as you whip hers.Ó He nodded at Missy. The girl was sobbing now,
but nobody was paying attention.
ÒThere are many hours Ôtil evening,Ó Jasmine said, thinking aloud to
herself, enjoying the repartee. ÒWe will have an orgy this evening, of
course, but a little fun now shouldnÕt spoil it.Ó She eyed Brent. Her gaze
lowered itself to his trousers. ÒIf we play victim for you, you must play
victim for us,Ó Jasmine said.
ÒO.K.,Ó Brent replied.
ÒNo, my dear, think on it a moment. We will own your body and do
with it what we please. You will not complain, and you will not disobey.Ó
ÒO.K.,Ó Brent said, as nonchalant as before.
ÒThe young man wants it,Ó Leslie smiled. She had JasmineÕs fiery
eyes. She licked her lips and looked uncompromisingly at BrentÕs crotch.
ÒYou know it will involve the penis,Ó she told Brent.
ÒAnd the testicles,Ó Kerri suggested.
ÒYes, the penis and the testicles, YOUR penis and testicles, young
man. ThatÕs what weÕll concentrate on, and weÕll be giving just as good as
we got. Do you really want to see our bottoms cropped?Ó
Brent paused a moment. I knew then that he wanted to back out but
his manly ego prevented it. He swallowed. ÒOkay,Ó he said.
ÒVery good. He has sworn to it and pledged his penis,Ó Jasmine said
to her friends. ÒOff with your panties and dresses, girls! WeÕre not going
to be able to sit after this, but he wonÕt be able to sit or to stand!Ó Like
witches they laughed then, sending shivers right down my spine to my
tailbone. Poor Missy was weeping. Kerri unhanded her to undress. Missy
tried to step down from the chair.
ÒStay up there, girl!Ó Jasmine said. She slapped MissyÕs ass hard
with her palm.
ÒYAHOOOO!Ó Missy howled. She rose up on her toes. With her feet in
the seat of the chair and her face arched toward the ceiling, she looked
like a schoolgirl caught out by the teacher. But her wrists were trussed
up high behind her, making her boobies stick out. No teacher, however
depraved, would do that. These were sexual games, not schoolroom
punishments. Missy, with her honeyed tits quaking and her bottomcheeks
tensing, would be just the first of our victims. Indeed, by afternoonÕs end
all of us would be hurting.
The females hurried out of their clothes. There seemed to be an
electricity between the ladies, as if a promised course of events had
borne all the fruit they hoped it might. Or perhaps they were just afraid
of Brent. After all, he was a big man. He scowled at them, unhappy with
the terms he struck. Yet his penis, I thought, seemed to be ever bigger
within his trousers. I watched it grow. It made my slit juicy.
Jasmine and Kerri and Leslie bared their asses to Brent but left
their tops on. That was the deal theyÕd struck. It preserved a bit of their
modesty. Jasmine, though, dutifully rolled up the backs of their blouses
so that Brent could see their bottoms all he wished. She pinned her
friendsÕ blouses up with hair pins plucked from her lovely dark hair. Kerri,
having no blouse but a sweater, stripped it off first, then donned it again
after removing her dress. She kept her back turned while she was naked
so that Brent couldnÕt see her boobs. The ladies liked being coy. I
meanwhile, was forced to stand in the altogether, showing my bush, my
ass, my boobs. It made me feel wet, being stripped naked and shown like
this. To console myself in my excitement, I bent my chin down and began
licking honey and chocolate off my chest. I felt warm, passionate. I
wanted. I did not want to wait, even if it hurt.
ÒNo! Oh please, no!Ó Missy begged. Kerri seized her breasts once
more. She was bare-assed as her victim now, wearing only her fuzzy
sweater, her dress a crumpled pile on a chair. Jasmine strutted behind
Missy, taking up the crop again and swishing it ominously through the air.
ÒShe should be nice and bouncy,Ó Leslie observed, eyeing MissyÕs ass.
ÒOh, she will be absolutely darling,Ó Jasmine replied. ÒSheÕll show
us her ass like sheÕs never shown it to anyone. Do you have to pee too,
dear?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Missy sobbed. She had her thighs tightly together and sheÕd
been moving her hips in little urgent circles ever since mounting the chair.
ÒWell, donÕt pee in it,Ó Jasmine warned.
ÒOh, all I want to do is go pee and go home!Ó Missy declared.
ÒShhh,Ó Kerri replied. She bit one of MissyÕs nipples with her teeth.
A light little bite, but if Missy jerked suddenly it might prove worse.
ÒLetÕs see you jiggle that ass, honey!Ó Jasmine smiled. She struck.
Hard. Missy shouted and threw her face toward the ceiling. Her mouth
gasped open and her chest heaved forward. Kerri bit at her boobs. MissyÕs
asscheeks contracted under the blow and then rebounded reflexively. It
looked as if twin marshmallow halves were being forced in along a central
line and then allowed to rise, as if in an oven; cake dough rising in the
heat.
ÒWaHOOOOO!Ó Missy stamped her feet in the seat of the chair and
sobbed bitterly. I tensed my own ass, watching. I would be next and
Jasmine would be no less severe with me. If anything, IÕd get it worse. I
was older and, in her estimation, I could take more.
ÒPlease Brent,Ó I said, turning to him again. I bowed my knees,
indicating my need. I wanted him, just him. I didnÕt need these stupid
games. He grinned at me sardonically.
ÒIÕm a man of many tastes,Ó he replied.
ÒYouÕre a pervert!Ó I hissed.
ÒYour ass will sing for that,Ó he said. He unzipped himself and drew
out his penis. He did not fear, I guess, the torture the ladies had planned
for it.
Jasmine paused and looked at Brent. ÒDonÕt cum,Ó she warned him.
ÒYou will endure our punishment more easily if your cock still longs for
pleasure.Ó
ÒIÕll do as I please,Ó Brent said. He began masturbating himself. I
felt shocked, watching him. DidnÕt he want me? He didnÕt need to play
with himself! I felt like dropping to my knees and sucking him but I was
repelled by the ease with which he dismissed me and pleasured himself
with the sight of MissyÕs ass.
ÒI hate you,Ó I told Brent. He ignored me. Men! Why do they think of
nothing but their penises? The world would be much better, I think, and
men would be much better too, if men didnÕt have penises. But then, of
course, they wouldnÕt be men and...
ÒYEEEARGH!Ó Missy howled. Jasmine was striking her with languid
blows, each given after the girl had finished her dancing from the one
before. They were hard when they came. Hard and swift and fast, but the
interval inbetween was a time of pausing, of waiting, of sips of tea and
bites of crumpets. I was offered tea and accepted. Jasmine poured it into
my mouth for me. She tickled my nest.
ÒDelicious,Ó I heard Kerri say. I looked past Jasmine and saw she
was playing with MissyÕs slit. Leslie frigged herself and Jasmine, after
tickling me, fondled herself.
ÒOhhh, please donÕt,Ó Missy sobbed. She had to pee badly and KerriÕs
tickling only made it worse. Missy squeezed her cheeks and her breath
hissed. Even tensing her bottom made it hurt now. Thin blazing stripes
crossed her behind. They were almost weals, but not quite.
ÒAnother blow across any of those lines and sheÕll be wealed for
sure,Ó Leslie observed.
ÒThen IÕll have to aim carefully, wonÕt I?Ó Jasmine called out. She
fingered my pussy as freely as if she were a nurse and I were her patient.
ÒPoor little Missy! Are you afraid I wonÕt be careful enough in my aiming?
DonÕt jump around, dear, or youÕll be sorry!Ó
Jasmine looked at me and smiled. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked.
ÒA little,Ó I answered truthfully. ÒThen you must have more tea,Ó
Jasmine said. ÒI want you absolutely bursting when I put you up on the
chair.Ó
ÒNo, please,Ó I said, but she fetched the teapot and made me drink
three whole cups. Brent observed me. He made sure I did just as Jasmine
insisted. The other girls watched too. They liked seeing me prepared for
my fate. The preparations of it were almost as much fun for them as the
doing of it.
ÒLetÕs finish this little tart off,Ó Jasmine said when sheÕd made me
drink all I could and returned to Missy. With hissing strokes she did her
best to mark Missy in new places on her bottom. Missy howled and
pleaded, but there was no mercy. Her chubby bottom was sliced up,
leaving her looking like a tomato in back, blazing under the heat of the
lash.
ÒMy such a fine shot IÕve been,Ó Jasmine observed. Missy jiggled her
poor huddled cheeks, sobbing on KerriÕs shoulder as the woman tried to
keep her as still as she could by mouthing the girlÕs tits.
ÒYouÕre no fun at all. YouÕve been at this too long!Ó Leslie observed.
ÒLet me hit her. IÕm sure IÕll miss and strike one of her marks.Ó
ÒNo, IÕll do it deliberately,Ó Jasmine answered. ÒIÕve got a weal for
you, dear Missy. Hold on tight!Ó Jasmine called. She struck the girl hard
where sheÕd been before, laying a stroke right over a previous line. She hit
the underside of MissyÕs bottom. SheÕd feel it most there. Missy threw
her head back and howled like a banshee. Kerri, forever consoling her, fed
at her nipples. MissyÕs tummy expanded, teddy bear-like, then contracted
as she drew in her bottomcheeks. But she could not contain them for long,
and they bounced out again, shaking and saucily showing themselves.
ÒOoooh, feel!Ó Jasmine said to Leslie. But Leslie could not get at the
girl for Jasmine placed her own palms there, right on MissyÕs little ass,
feeling the warmth of the blows. Missy danced and bounced in JasmineÕs
hands. Her bottom rolled. Jasmine let her shake her hinds against her
palms and announced to us that it felt delightfully obscene.
ÒPoor little baby! You act like youÕve sat in a nest of hornets!Ó
Jasmine teased. Missy bawled and finally hung her head, defeated.
Jasmine had Leslie squirt lotion onto her hands and then she palmed
MissyÕs bottom again, letting the girl grind her poor smarting ass into the
soothing lotion on her palms. It was a truly decadent sight. Missy
mouthed at the air, her eyes shut tight, her cheek resting on KerriÕs
shoulder. She offered her behind in brazen desperation to JasmineÕs
palms. A little while ago the girl would have balked at letting Jasmine
handle her bottom, yet now she desired it, urgently, and felt no qualms
about shoving her ass into JasmineÕs seeking hands.
I tensed my own bottom, watching. I could not bear this. There must
be some way out. I watched as Jasmine, bored at last with MissyÕs
gyrations, opened her cheeks and stuck her thumb into MissyÕs hole.
ÒOh! Yes! Please!Ó Missy cried. She did not mind being cornholed
now. Any attention was helpful. With lotion-slicked fingers Jasmine
fucked little MissyÕs asshole. The girl simply accepted it, even needed it,
while in front Kerri teased her clit, stopping only when Missy tensed on
the brink of orgasm. Cumming was not permitted. Even the ladies teased
themselves only to the edge. All else must wait, until the punishments
were done.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Playboy Video Platinum Club Journal, Premiere Issue, Free. 8 1/2Ó x 11Ó
glossy four-page flier. 1-800-229-8730. Web: http://www.playboy.com
Review: I greatly enjoyed receiving this free magazine. On page one,
we are told, ÒAs a teenager... Victoria [Silvstedt] was so chunky that her
mom had to put a lock on the refrigerator to keep Victoria from snacking.Ó
Since then Victoria has slimmed down, and gone on to be a Playmate of the
Month, Playmate of the Year, a model in Paris, and the new Guess? jeans
girl.
Inside, there is part one of ÒHugh M. Hefner, Man with a VisionÓ. I
expected a boring ÔfluffÕ bio, but instead found the article to be quite
interesting. We are told, Ò[Hefner] landed a... job as a promotion
copywriter at Esquire for $60 a week. ...When Esquire moved its offices to
New York, HefÕs request for a $5 raise was denied. So, he decided to...
start a magazine of his own.Ó
The magazine, of course, was Playboy. It might be of interest to
Esquire to know that, in my own life, IÕve purchased 2,459 issues of
Playboy. IÕve purchased one issue of Esquire. (The issue with Brooke
Shields on the cover.)
ÒAt the start of the [1960Õs], Hefner... hosted a popular syndicated
television show called ÔPlayboyÕs PenthouseÕ.Ó (This was at least 5 years
before the first issue of Penthouse magazine, published by Bob Guccione.)
Dear Naughty Naked Dreamgirls,
ÒKeep putting out a hell of a mag! (My friends showed me an old
issue ... my jaw dropped.)Ó writes Jerry Williams.
[How about your pants? - Katie Pepperdine]
Goodbye Kiss
by Jerry Williams
Your green eyes come alive
framed by your pale face, and long mane of brown hair.
I mumble whispers, and you smile
in your quiet air.
I want your goodbye kiss.
I hold your hands,
and the touch of your lips drives me mad.
I pray the drunken rush of existence
doesnÕt bury me under.
I feel sad in a nameless bittersweet sort of way
when I kissed you.
I choked on words I canÕt utter,
before you go on your daily errands.
The electricity still evokes from my lips.
charles@dodgson.com writes: ÒI am still reading your novel, Bikini
Brigade. And youÕll be pleased to know that I found a great photo of
Pauline Praline. ItÕs in the December 22, 1997 issue of Newsweek. ItÕs on
page 42. ItÕs really a photo of JonBenet Ramsey, but donÕt you think sheÕd
make a great Pauline Praline?Ó
holy joe replies: I agree. ThatÕs a gorgeous photo of her. Thanks for
your research on this important topic.
AND IN THE END...
AMERICAN LAW
A Missed Opportunity?
ÒOliver CromwellÕs administration outlawed Christmas in 1657.Ó
- Time, December 22, 1997, pg. 92.
(donÕt give them any ideas... -h.j.)
-------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------
-Copyright 1997 Andrew Roller. Poem copyright 1997 Jerry Williams
-END OF 322 EMISSION
- ÒChristmas is the day Ôon which more sin and sacrilege is committed
than on any other day of the year.ÕÓ - Time, December 22, 1997, pg. 92.