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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 325
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
ÒHmmm, itÕs kinda smelly back here!Ó Missy observed, prying apart
BrentÕs ass with her fingers. ÒThis place definitely needs some breath
spray! Take that, you big smelly a-hole! And that! And that!Ó She
squirted Binaca into BrentÕs ass.
ÒYeeoooch! Stop!Ó Brent pleaded. He flexed his hind cheeks a little,
but Missy was so small and her fingers so childish, I think he feared
injuring her. Despite the burning heat of the Binaca, he let her probe and
shoot inside him. He was a true man. ÒGod, that burns!Ó Brent gasped.
ÒWell, I suppose maybe Binaca isnÕt the best thing for lowering your
temperature after all,Ó Missy mused when sheÕd finished spraying him.
She replaced the Binaca on the table. ÒLet me see how your temperature
is, sir.Ó Gently she withdrew the thermometer. She lifted it into the air
and examined it. ÒFour hundred and Twenty-Two,Ó she pronounced
solemnly.
ÒDonÕt you know how to read a thermometer?Ó Brent asked.
ÒNope,Ó Missy replied. ÒWould you like me to stick it back into you
and try again?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Brent said. ÒThrow that thing away! And those stupid Binacas
too! I donÕt think anyoneÕs going to want to spray that in their mouth
now.Ó
ÒWhy, I do!Ó Missy said. She picked up the Peppermint, which had
been used on BrentÕs balls, and put it into her mouth and sprayed her
tongue. ÒMmmm, Peppermint Blow, with a Taste of Testicle,Ó Missy
observed. She smacked her lips. ÒLetÕs try this Spearmint! Oooh! Cock
flavor! Yum! I think IÕll skip the Wintergreen Butthole flavor, though.
Maybe Kelly would like to try it?Ó She looked at me. Jasmine gave me
another sizzling whack with her crop.
ÒKellyÕs busy right now, dear,Ó Jasmine told her. Missy looked sober
and reached back and cupped her bottom.
ÒThat whipping you gave me still hurts really bad,Ó Missy said.
ÒYes, dear, itÕs supposed to,Ó Jasmine answered. ÒGo to the
bathroom and get some carpet cleaner and spray it on the place on the rug
where you peed.Ó
ÒOkay!Ó Missy said. She ran from the room. She was a child speeding
to recess. A few minutes later she came wandering back. She held up a
can of carpet cleaner. ÒHere it is!Ó she announced. ÒI peed while I was in
the bathroom, so I donÕt go on the carpet any more!Ó She walked over to
where sheÕd had her accident and sprayed a generous pile of foam on the
rug.
ÒNow go put it back, dear. I donÕt want you spraying carpet cleaner
all over everything,Ó Jasmine told her. There was a gleam in MissyÕs eyes
as she contemplated other uses the carpet cleaner might be put to.
ÒDonÕt you think Brent needs a little on his dick?Ó Missy asked.
ÒNo, darling. S&M doesnÕt mean you can just do anything. The carpet
cleaner might hurt him. Put it away, please,Ó Jasmine said, and swished
her crop in MissyÕs direction.
ÒOkay!Ó Missy declared. She arched up on her tip-toes and then leapt
for the door. She didnÕt want to feel that crop anymore, and neither did I.
ÒPlease, Jasmine!Ó I screeched. I stood with bare huddling cheeks
upon the chair, sobbing, groaning, feeling like a girl whoÕd sat in nettles. I
was beside myself with pain and pleasure and a thousand other passions.
She kissed my hiney. Her mouth was cool and moist but my bottom was so
tender that I hissed and rose up on my toes.
ÒLetÕs take her down, Kerri,Ó Jasmine said. ÒBut first I must give
her two welts to show to her friends. Ones that will last until she gets
back to L.A.Ó
ÒOhhh! I donÕt want any welts!Ó I cried.
ÒYes you do, dear. YouÕre going to meet your girlfriends and youÕre
going to want to tell them all about your adventures. And they wonÕt
believe you, of course. Unless, that is, I give you a little trophy to take
with you. When you bend over and yank your jeans down for them, and they
see your marks, then theyÕll belive. Here goes!Ó She swatted me hard,
slicing right into marks I already bore. I howled and jumped up on my toes
and shook my lovely delirious hinds. She struck again. My bottom churned
and my cheeks bunched and then released and then bunched together again.
Jasmine placed her hands upon my bottom. As yet her fingers bore
no oil. Just her bare slim fingers seizing and grasping my hot raw bottom.
ÒAhh, so sweet and young you are,Ó Jasmine hissed. ÒSuch a fine,
plump bottom! I love feeling the heat of the lash in it. DonÕt fight me,
dear. Let your bottom sag into my hands.Ó
I bit my lip and sank back, letting her hold me. She controlled my
squirmings with her seeking fingertips. I was hers. We were both
females but she had found a way to make me submit. I might have given
her more of my weight but Kerri held me up by my breasts. She squeezed
them as if they were gourds at market, bought to be broken open and
crushed and eaten. My nipples stuck up like little buttons and Kerri bit at
them with her teeth. I swooned. I could not stand all the feelings that
flooded me. Pain lapped at my nipples as soothing but insistent fingertips
probed the fleshy halves of my pumpkin. I gasped, lost myself. I peed on
the seat like a mare. Jasmine tutted but did not reprove me. She was all
womanly tenderness now, though her fingers sought, male-like, at my
rosette. Jasmine breathed hotly on my back. She licked me.
ÒI must have you, dear. Right in your ass. Do not deny me.Ó She
helped me down from the chair. My pee puddled in the seat. It was
forgotten, forgiven. She put me down on my knees on the floor and made
me assume a doggie position. ÒPut your face on the floor,Ó she told me. ÒI
must have that adorable ass of yours as high in the air as you can make
it.Ó
I wished for a handkerchief, a shirt, or something, under my face,
but she offered me none. With her hand she guided my head to the floor
and I was forced to press my lips to the carpet. Kissing the floor, I felt
my bottom raised high by her hands and held there. Kerri knelt beside me
on the floor and put her palms under my tummy. The air of the room felt
cool on my tushy. Knowing I was only inviting more trouble, I stuck my
hiney up and let my cheeks open to the air. It felt wonderful. My burning
ass felt its first taste of relief. But Jasmine, wicked as ever, took a dildo
from a drawer and began greasing it.
ÒThis will be shoved up your ass and then, when its right up you, IÕm
going to give you a treat!Ó Jasmine laughed. With spooky thoughts in my
brain I waited for her to ream me. Kerri tickled my clitty. She promised
to make me cum when I was full.
Jasmine parted my ass cheeks. I felt the head of the dildo knock at
my anus. I stab. I gasped. It went up inside me, hard, Jasmine pushing it.
Missy walked into the room just then. She stopped cold and her hands flew
to her bottom. She watched with big scared eyes as my fucking proceeded.
I was reamed. I was opened. When Jasmine had probed me to my
depths and stabbed me repeatedly with the dildo, she gave me a new
sensation. It was terrible. The dildo was hard but its hardness was due to
its being filled with water, I was told. Jasmine whispered its secrets in
my ears. More water could be pumped into the tail of the dildo with a
simple hand pump. Jasmine sent Missy back to the bathroom and the girl
returned with a cup of water. It was a childÕs cup; plastic and patterned
with cartoon hearts. She gave it to Jasmine. The water was poured into a
big plastic syringe. It had a rubber squeeze ball at its end, but otherwise
was just a big plastic tube, with a penis-like shaft and a small tapered
point.
Jasmine flipped open a little flap at the back of my dildo. The dildo
was stuck upright into my offered bottom, no water could escape it.
Jasmine put her syringe into the flap in the end of my dildo. Then she
squeezed the squeeze ball. More water was pumped into my dildo, and it
expanded in my ass.
I gasped. I was being widened! I tried to contract my cheeks but
Jasmine slapped my fanny and told me to keep them wide as I could. All
the while, Kerri played her fingers over my spot. My tiny clitoris hungered
for love. She promised to give it to me if only IÕd accept the widening of
my ass.
My anal ring, gripping so tightly, could not sustain the burden of the
inflowing water. It opened, opened more, stretched to the limit. I felt as
if I had a huge turd rammed up my butt. I wept on the carpet. My tears
flowed fast and freely. I kissed the floor with my lips and hoped my
bottom survived intact.
I tried to move, tried to crawl forward. The very act sent a shriek
tearing from my lungs. I was filled beyond capacity. From my butthole
into the depths of my body I now had a huge giant penis up me, hard as
nails and uncompromising to a fault. There was no escape. Jasmine
laughed. Missy squealed in horror. Kerri played with me and made me cum
again and again in her hand.
ÒGod, what are you doing to her?!Ó Leslie asked. She trotted into the
room with a 12-pack of Mountain Dew in her arms.
ÒShe must be made more accessible for her lover,Ó Jasmine said
bluntly. I cried and shook my hiney, hoping to somehow get that awful
huge prick out of me, but she showed me no mercy. She kept a finger on it
to make sure it remained completely embedded. Any movement I made,
even the slightest breath, sent a shiver of horror through me. I was rent
and broken, I was sure, by the awful thing that Jasmine had sent up my
ass, feeling it right to my belly-button and unable to escape it.
Jasmine kissed my face. She ignored my pleading, self-pitying
groans. I was her prisoner. I could do nothing. She could leave me like
this til the end of time, if she wished.
SAFETY ALERT !!!
by holy joe
I almost died today, because of Penthouse. Let me tell you what
happened. IÕm a subscriber to Penthouse. Today I went down to Tower
books to check on their Bibles and make sure they had all the different
versions stocked on the shelves. Also, as a member of Morality in Media,
it was time for my Monthly Duties. This involves buying and reading all
the porno at Tower, so I can keep all the members of Morality in Media up
to date on the state of AmericaÕs soul.
So, as I drove to Tower, I had no interest in looking at, or buying
Penthouse. Since IÕm a subscriber, itÕll show up in my mailbox in a few
days.
I arrived at Tower. I went inside. I walked along the magazine rack,
checking over all the new porn. Suddenly, I stopped. I felt a peeing
sensation in my pants. I paid it little attention, however, for my eyes and
brain were immovably fixed on the February 1998 issue of Penthouse!
Good God! Look at this girl! ItÕs a real, live girl! I couldnÕt believe
it. I was expecting the usual sort of Penthouse Pet of the Month. You
know, ÒBrady Mom from Mars Shows her Pussy.Ó But this was a real, live,
18-year-old girl!!!
Since I had just wet the floor at Tower I hurried and bought a copy
of Penthouse. They employ a guard now, at Tower. I didnÕt want to get in
trouble. As I left the store I heard one of the employees shout, ÒHey,
Godammit! Who let a dog in here?!Ó
It was a good idea, buying a copy of Penthouse, even though IÕll get
another copy a few days from now in the mail. The photos making up this
PetÕs centerfold are wonderful. On the back of her centerfold, thereÕs a
shot of her, bare-breasted, looking behind her. And in the centerfold itself
she virginally contemplates her bare pussy. You may want to buy two
copies of Penthouse too, so you can look at both the front, and back, of
this monthÕs centerfold at the same time.
Now let me tell you about how I almost died. I was driving home,
having just left Tower books. I was on the freeway, in the right-hand
lane. My eyes were wide open and I was staring straight ahead.
Nonetheless, my mind was so filled with thoughts of PenthouseÕs Pet of
the Month that I almost slammed into the back of a car that was parked
along the side of the freeway!
When I got home and studied the magazine, I suddenly realized
something. I once knew this Pet of the Month! SheÕs 18 now, but I knew
her when she was 17. She was a virgin. She asked me to deflower her.
But, being a good American, I checked the law to see if it was legal to
have sex with her. It wasnÕt. So I told her, ÒSorry, but IÕm a law-abiding
citizen. I love our country and all its wonderful laws. It would be illegal
for me to have sex with you. So I wonÕt.Ó And I didnÕt.
Today, when I realized my ex-girlfriend was in Penthouse, I gave her
a call. I told her I was ready to fuck her. But do you know what she said?
ÒScrew you. IÕm a Penthouse Pet now!Ó
Oh well, at least I can jerk off to her in my bathroom. ThatÕs a
pretty good substitute, donÕt you think?
Other juicy parts of this magazine include the ever-wonderful
ÒClick,Ó a continuing comic by Milo Manara. In this issue the heroine gets
her pants pulled down in back. There are some lovely shots of her bottom.
Then, a girl licks her ass. I didnÕt like the violent ending to the comic,
though, when the heroine kicks the girl licking her butt in the mouth.
The pictorial ÒLevena and MichaelÓ was a disappointment. It started
off great, with a blonde stripping for a man in his basement. ThereÕs a
bondage rack against the far wall. I was dying to see the girl attached to
the bondage rack, but it never happened. Instead she rubs herself against a
pole and then sucks on the guyÕs dick. I have nothing against the pole, but
there were too many photos of it. One would have been enough. As for the
guyÕs dick, itÕs boring. I canÕt tell you how many times IÕve seen a girl
suck on a guyÕs dick in a porno magazine. Who cares? But to see the girl
attached to the bondage rack, that would have been quite interesting!
Maybe next issue there will be something like that...(1)
The sub-title of Penthouse has been changed. As you know, Playboy
sub-titles itself, ÒEntertainment for Men.Ó So, as a competitor, created
some years after Playboy, Penthouse called itself ÒThe International
Magazine for Men.Ó (Since PenthouseÕs publisher, Bob Guccione, is from
England). Now, however, with this issue of Penthouse, itÕs called ÒThe
Magazine of Sex, Politics, and Protest.Ó This reminds me of the sub-title
of Uncommon Desires Newsletter, which is ÒA magazine about girl-love,
erotic desires, censorship, and the police state.Ó In any event, itÕs a great
sub-title, encompassing perfectly the state of sexuality in America in the
90Õs.
(1) Look, itÕs a David Foster Wallace footnote!!!
I have examined the pictorial ÒLevena and MichaelÓ a second time. I
have another opinion on it. Let me break it down into several parts:
a. The pole: There are too many photos of it.
b. The manÕs penis: The shots of Levena sucking the manÕs penis are
exceptional. So, I shouldnÕt diss these shots.
c. Michael fucking Levena: Wow! HeÕs actually fucking her! But here
is where we find this pictorialÕs main problem. There are lots of photos
of this gorgeous girl being fucked, but it seems not to have any effect on
her! YouÕd think she was posing for some boring anatomy textbook. Levena
should be *showing emotion* as sheÕs fucked. She should be going, ÒAhhh!
Oh, noooo! YouÕre FUCKING me! (Help!)Ó IÕm not suggesting she should look
like sheÕs being fucked against her will. But it should look like sheÕs
really into it. She should look like sheÕs really shocked and amazed by how
MichaelÕs penis is giving her the ride of her life.
If this is a problem for Penthouse, finding male models who actually
excite girls like Levena, the solution is simple. Call me. I have a 25-inch
penis.
Wait. I can hear your reply. ÒJoe, if we tried to have Levena fuck a
guy with a 25-inch penis, sheÕd run away. NO girl wants a penis that big.Ó
DonÕt worry. IÕve disguised my 25-inch penis as a 4-inch penis. It
only grows to 25-inches once itÕs inside her, and she canÕt get away. Once
IÕve got hold of her, and IÕm up her, you can take lots of great photos of
Levena getting reamed by me.
Wait. I can hear your reply. ÒJoe, what if your penis doesnÕt grow to
its full length?Ó I understand. This does happen sometimes. A stud like
me isnÕt always excited by fucking, what with all the girls who are
constantly begging me for sex. ThereÕs a slight chance that my 25-inch
penis could remain at its disguised length of 4-inches. But donÕt worry. I
have a problem in that whenever IÕm hot for sex, IÕm unable to control my
bladder. Or my bowels. You can be sure Levena will show lots of emotion
when she suddenly realizes IÕm peeing inside her. And having diarrhea in
her bed.
Anyway, thatÕs my two-cents worth. The pictorial ÒLevena and
MichaelÓ is flawed because:
1. The bondage rack is never used, and
2. Levena doesnÕt show enough emotion as sheÕs being fucked.
AND IN THE END...
ÒStatutes like... the Child Pornography Prevention Act are...
ghostly adumbrations of the hysteria that swept over us in the eighties.
...We bought into scenarios as lurid and preposterous as teenage
witches conspiring against Salem in 1692.Ó
- The Nation, November 24, 1997, pg. 14.
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