Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 58
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Five
"Such delightful visitors you have this morning," the man said. He
had an imperious demeanor.
"Yes, Earl, I met them last night at a party," Gwendolyn offered.
"They are stepsisters. Melanie, and Kimberly."
"I'm Kimberly," the wide-eyed brunette in Earl's embrace offered.
"Then you must be Melanie," Earl said, dismissing Kimberly offhand
to focus once more on the statuesque blonde teenager.
"Yes sir," Melanie said. She found her eyes gazing deeply into his.
"Well, no doubt I have interrupted you in some sport or other," Earl
said. His hands slipped along Kimberly's arms to suddenly grip tight her
limbs, just above her elbows.
"Yes indeed sir you have," Melanie said, her breath suddenly hotter.
She clenched her tablecloth covering with her hand, just below her navel.
With her other hand she raised her schooling whip once more. "Hold her,
please sir!" Melanie begged Earl of Kimberly. Seven-eighths of Melanie's
boobies revealed themselves beneath the vee of the tablecloth round her
shoulders as Melanie's whip hand came down. At the same instant the vee
of fabric beneath the hand which held her cloth billowed outward, giving a
flashing, tantalizing glimpse of her pubic thatch.
CRACK! came the little whip against bare flesh. Kimberly shouted
and squirmed her hips violently. Suddenly she found Earl's hard,
expensively attired body a most unpleasant thing to be pressed up against.
CRACK! and CRACK! came Melanie's whip twice more, delivering small red
dots to each cheek of Kimberly's bottom, a pleasant compliment to the
delectable stripe which, at first contact, had been made to course fully
across her bum.
Melanie's work with the whip, however, despite an auspicious start,
proved far less than professional. As she CRACKed in additional blows,
they seemed to snake almost everywhere, providing at best a desultory
logic to the pattern that was forming on Kimberly's satiny young behind.
Earl, however, despite the jumpings of the child in his arms, seemed most
attracted to Melanie's tits and pussy. By now the blonde's exertions had
managed to loosen the cloth round her enough to give an exquisite view of
her jiggling titties with every lash she laid on. Her pubic mount, however,
still eluded all but the most fleeting of glimpses. Earl found his mouth
watering for a closer, more leisurely inspection. And he could only guess
at the beauty of the bottom on such a girl.
Panting, Melanie finally cast down her whip. It bounced once upon
the floor, then lay still, like a snake satisfied after a substantial meal.
Kimberly was crying into Earl's chest now, and the man pushed her back a
few inches to protect his suit.
"Boo! Hoo! Hoo! She whipped me!" Kimberly cried, lifting her face to
Earl's, her eyes red and her cheeks flushed.
"Well, I'm sure you must have deserved it," Earl replied casually,
making good use of the moment to apprise the breasts of the girl in his
arms. They were full, and firm, and springy. They jiggled, begging to be
cupped.
Gwendolyn stepped forward. "Did Melville admit you?" Gwendolyn
asked.
"Yes. You didn't think I climbed through the window, did you?" Earl
asked.
"Of course not," Gwendolyn replied. She brushed Kimberly from
Earl's arms and, wailing at her punishment, Kimberly sought refuge in the
arms of Gwendolyn. "There, there, I think you deserved that, don't you?"
Gwendolyn asked of the little brunette.
"Noooo!" Kimberly bawled.
"Enough of this hollering," Gwendolyn admonished gently. "Look, here
comes Melville, back from the cellar."
"May I be of assistance, ma'am?" Melville inquired, hearing his name,
tottering up to the foursome. Earl greeted Melville, and was acknowledged
in turn.
"Please take Kimberly here to her bedroom and have her dress for
lunch," Gwendolyn said, passing the girl into his arms. The aged man
seemed surprised and happy at the obligation thrust upon him. "She may
need some oils or unguents on her heinie, too. If so, provide them. But
then get her downstairs so that she may share our company."
"Yes, ma'am!" Melville said. He took the squirming girl as best he
could in his embrace and led her away.
"Melanie," Gwendolyn said, addressing the blonde. "You too might
want to wear something other than your birthday suit. I slipped into your
room last night and measured you, I hope you don't mind. At first light I
sent Melville out to buy clothes for you so that you might feel more at
home here during your stay. There are other things for you now too,
earrings and such, the sort of accouterments no girl wishes to be without.
Return to your room and have a look in the clothes closet and dresser. You
will find them there."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," Melanie said, surprised. The things had
been bought for her even before she consented to stay. Gwendolyn must
have known her mind, known what, if persuaded rightly, she would choose
to do. Melanie turned and, with somewhat self-conscious steps, drawing
her cloth more closely about her, walked round the corner and off down the
hall.
"Such delightful girls," Earl said, standing alone now with
Gwendolyn. The woman was still dressed in only her garter and stockings,
heels and elbow-length mittens.
"Yes, how lucky I am to have found them," Gwendolyn said,
unselfconscious as Earl put an arm round her shoulder. He had bedded her a
number of times before, and her nudity before him was no longer a cause
of humility between them. They shuffled off toward the kitchen, trading
blandishments, waiting for the girls' return.
Gwendolyn had Earl take a seat at the small dining table on the
opposite side of a formica bar which separated the kitchen from the room
where lunches were taken. Gwendolyn tied a diminutive white apron about
her waist. Quickly she put together several sandwiches, and, using a
small machine bought for just such a purpose, made freshly squeezed
lemonade. Earl sat quietly in the other room, listening to the bustle of
Gwendolyn as he flipped through a photo album. In it were pictures of the
various sexual adventures Gwendolyn had been involved in, with other
girls and men. The photos showed girls in bikinis, girls in the nude, girls
in restraints. In all, it was a book that would have made even a Satyr
blush.
"And Melanie, what is her heinie's experience with the lash?" Earl
asked a bit later, as he and Gwendolyn, opting for tea with their meal,
sipped from porcelain cups. On the table a large pitcher of lemonade
sweated, awaiting the arrival of the girls. A bouquet of bananas as the
table's centerpiece kept thoughts of phalluses not far from anyone's mind.
"Only a birching last night, by her little sister," Gwendolyn said as
she blew steam from her tea cup prior to supping from it.
"Ah, the birch rod," Earl said, shifting his hips at the thought of
Melanie's near virgin bottom.
"Well, it was with a riding crop, actually," Gwendolyn said. "I
rescued them from no less than Lady Burgess last night." Earl's eyes lit
up. "Yes, the old witch, she was bent on torturing them. Fortunately she
did not get far. The girls were quite aroused from their evening,
harrowing though it had been, and I engaged them in a feathering of each
other's nests, so to speak. When Kimberly won I thought it would be
fitting for her to have a prize, so I gave her a riding crop. The rest flowed
from there."
"How engaging!" Earl breathed, adjusting his posture once more on
his chair, obviously affected by the account. Gwendolyn tittered and rose
from her chair.
"May I serve you lunch?" Gwendolyn asked, walking over to Earl,
reaching down to take from him a bowl in which the leavings of
minestrone soup lay. Her hand missed the bowl and landed, not without
purpose, betwixt Earl's thighs. He reached up a hand to her neck and drew
her close. Their lips met, Gwendolyn's titties dangling in offering before
his shirted chest. Gwendolyn unzippered his fly. Her fingers delved
within. Betwixt the manufacturer's hole in his underpants she slipped,
finding his hardness. She drew him forth as their mouths meshed
together. Then, caressing his prick, she slithered her nails down its
underside to search the heat of his crotch for his balls. They met her
touch, swollen and ready. "My, you are full today," Gwendolyn murmured.
"Japan is a wonderful place, but I have no heart for its women," Earl
replied. Their lips, parting with Gwen's compliment of his balls, drew
further away from each other. Gwendolyn rose.
"How was your trip?" Gwendolyn asked brightly. She lifted both her
hands to her shoulders and brushed back her hair. She looked not at the
Priapus which stood so boldly forth from Earl's pants, pulsing its love for
her.
"Profitable as always," Earl said, fidgeting with a napkin lying by his
empty bowl of soup. A commotion was heard in the hall. Earl, thinking
fast, scooted his chair in a bit and draped the border of the tablecloth over
his erection, hiding it. Gwendolyn turned about, wide-eyed, just in time to
see Melanie traipse into view with Kimberly at her side, a hand on the
brunette's ear.
"Oww!" Kimberly was protesting, squirming under her sister's
admonitory hold. Both were dressed in shorts, bobby sox, and, temptingly,
muscle shirts whose hems hung no lower than the midpoint twixt their
boobies and navels. They had chiffon neckerchiefs round their throats.
"Kimberly didn't want to get dressed," Melanie said. "She was
chasing David around, swatting him with a pillow."
"Well, I'm glad to see Kimberly back in fine spirits, then," Gwendolyn
said. "Come and greet Earl, both of you." She inserted herself between the
girls, loosed Kimberly's ear, and, putting a hand at each of the young
female's elbows, squired them over to Earl. Without the least pretensions
of modesty, Gwen lifted the border of the tablecloth, much to Earl's
surprise. Seeing Gwen's wont, however, he scooted back his chair a bit, to
give the girls a clearer view of his throbbing rod. They both gasped,
putting a hand to each of their succulent chests.
"Girls, each of you plant a little kiss on our guest's penis,"
Gwendolyn said without further ado. "We do want him to feel at home
here, and I permit no inhibitions." Melanie would have felt mortified, save
for the mystifying allure which the man had held for her since the moment
she met him. Melanie's eyes flitted at his. She smiled softly at him,
feeling wicked. Then she bent forward and planted the tiniest of kisses
right on his pee hole. Her breasts bulged in her muscle shirt as she bent,
threatening to spill out.
Kimberly, surprisingly, proved a bit recalcitrant, despite the fact
that she had been horsing around with David just moments before, both of
them in total nudity. A quick slap on Kimberly's bottom, however,
reverberating right through the thin fabric of her shorts, got her bent over
and her mouth upon Earl's rod. Then, of course, Kimberly could not just
kiss it, but had to begin licking it as if it were some sort of popsicle.
"Do not be naughty, Kimberly," Gwendolyn warned. Reluctantly
Kimberly ended her laving of Earl's penis and, giving it a little kiss, stood
back up. Gwendolyn urged both girls to turn around.
"It may be cold outside, but it is nice and warm inside," Gwendolyn
said. "Are you wearing panties under your shorts?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kimberly answered for both girls. "Melanie made me
wear them."
"Well, then, that is enough, I think," Gwendolyn said. She reached
down and unbuttoned Melanie's shorts, and then smoothed them down off
her hips. Kimberly, apparently happy not to have to be clothed, undid her
own shorts and wriggled out of them. Through the gauze of Kimberly's
panties Earl could see the weals left by Melanie's whip. Not real weals,
really, just exciting red lines that bespoke discipline given and received.
"My bottom still hurts," Kimberly whined, rubbing her nether cheeks
as she kicked her feet out of her pants.
"And it will for some time," Gwendolyn said, her eyes meeting Earl's.
"Discipline is not meant to be forgotten so soon after it has been
received." Earl couldn't resist licking his lips as he watched little
Kimberly rub the diaphanous fabric of her panties over her crop burnished
bottom. His eyes drifted to Melanie's heinie, snow white, protected by
just the trifling fabric of her see-through undies. He longed to bring a
rosy hue to her cheeks, to make them match Kimberly's.
"Tell me what you think of this girls," Gwendolyn asked. The girls
parted just far enough from each other as they watched to unconsciously
permit Earl a view too. Gwendolyn picked up a can of Reddi Wip. She
briefly shook it. Then, stunningly, Gwendolyn squeezed one of her breasts
twixt her fingers and directed the Reddi Wip right onto her areola. When
the first nipple had been covered in cream, leaving the rest of her breast
untouched, Gwendolyn did her other nipple. Then she asked the girls if
they would like to try. Melanie and Kimberly couldn't resist. "Raise high
your hands, girls," Gwendolyn said.
Despite her better judgement, Melanie, arms upraised, let Gwendolyn
tug her T-shirt over her breasts. Gwendolyn gathered the border of the
shirt in her fingers first, constricting the remaining material. Then she
lifted the shirt up, the tightness of it causing the tips of Melanie's
mammaries to jiggle violently as the hem of the shirt cleared them.
Kimberly was next, and the disrobement of her torso proved to be just as
sexy. Then Gwendolyn picked up the Reddi Wip and, not touching Melanie's
breasts, nor Melanie herself touching them either, the chilled whipped
cream was squirted on the first of Melanie's nipples. Melanie gasped at
the cool sensation of the cream, all the while imagining it to be Earl's
semen spurting over her. The second of Melanie's teats was anointed in
turn, and then Kimberly's.
"Now that we have been decorated for the benefit of our guest, let us
grace him with our presence at table," Gwendolyn suggested. The girls
each assumed a place, Kimberly at the head of the table, Melanie at the
foot of it, Earl on one side, and Gwen on the other. "Ring the bell,
Kimberly, that we might be served," Gwen said. Kimberly, hoping she
might get to use the bell that sat at her place alone, eagerly picked it up.
Melanie put her hands to her ears and Kimberly rang the bell as loudly as
she could.
"My, such energy," Earl said afterward, his ears ringing.
"I do hope Melville heard it," Gwendolyn said. "He sometimes goes
into the study and naps."
"I believe the Chinese heard it," Earl said, "And thought they had been
blessed with the ringing of the Liberty Bell."
ENCORE! ENCORE!
by holy joe
Here are some of my favorite poems, slightly revised (for better or
worse). I hear P.P. Wilson is going to write music for these poems and
sing them on the next episode of the 700 Club. (Not that they invited him
to...)
IN HONOR OF THE TURD
Sitting down, to take a poop
I reflect upon that glob of goop
That shittest out from mine hole
And giveth me relief of soul
In the toilet all is calm
A tranquil island, soothing balm
Providing me a mid-day break
That, otherwise, I could not take
But for the turd, that humble log
(so long as my ass isnÕt clogged!)
I would not have such relief
From workdayÕs drudge, however brief.
HOMO HEAVEN!
Sitting upon the toilet seat
Stroking and spanking my meat
Looking at a magazine
Hoping IÕll not be seen
Through the crack twixt door and frame
By some boy with careful aim
Of his eye, looking through
Seeing my cock, all big and blue
Then again, were I a gay
That boy would really make my day!
IÕd probably shoot my cum
And, were I lucky, heÕd ask for some!
Oh, if only I could be
In drag then I could see
All those cute girls as they pee
In the restroom next to me!
SINGING OVERHEARD AT COMPUTER KEYBOARDS
(Accompanied by Mouse Clicks)
Onward website soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cause of Free Speech,
Going on before!
AND IN THE END...
REVISE THE UNITED STATES CODE!
by holy joe
Recently the Nobel Prize winning Dr. Daniel Carlton Gajdusek (who
works at The National Institutes of Health) was arrested by the FBI for
having a 15-year-old boyfriend. He was charged with Òunnatural perverted
sex practices.Ó
Now, in my opinion, Òunnatural perverted sex practicesÓ is simply
too lenient a term. May I suggest Òdepraved, unwholesome, perverse,
twisted, warped, corrupted, debauched, immoral, kinky, unnatural
perverted sex practices?Ó THEN we can really make this guy look bad for
having a 15-year-old lover! As Jesus said, ÒHate your neighbor, cut his
balls off, and make him look really shitty, Ôcause when you cut down
others you elevate yourself.Ó
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