Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 116
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Jack and Jill
Chapter One
ÒYou look very beautiful in the nude and you shouldn't be ashamed of
it."
"You don't look bad yourself," Jill smiled. "I didn't know your dick
was that large!" She covered her mouth with her hand and leaned forward
and giggled as she said it.
"You've got quite a large endowment yourself," Jack smiled at Jill. "I
never realized, with that vest and blouse and bra and all you wear."
"You don't they're too large, do you?" Jill asked, a note of concern in
her voice.
"No, no!" Jack said. "Breasts can be too big, in my opinion, but yours
aren't. They're just right for accommodating a dick like mine between
them."
"Jack," Jill confided. "I don't know if I can eat. That probing
interview got me all wound up."
"Me too," Jack replied. "I'm hot, to say the least. Where did you make
reservations?"
"At the Beachcomber," Jill said. "It's right up the street."
"Mine are at the Everest," Jack said.
"Are you really as, uh, full as that girl said you were?" Jill asked
Jack.
"I haven't come in a month," Jack said.
"A month!" Jill exclaimed. "I guess that would make your balls
pretty swollen."
"Let's see what kind of a room you've got at the Beachcomber," Jack
suggested, to delighted agreement from Jill.
"I promised not to come," Jack said, taking Jill's soapy hand from his
dick as they stood naked in the steaming shower. "Any more of that and
I'll break my pledge."
"You really like Diane, don't you?" Jill asked. They stood face to
face, their bodies wet but only their private parts lathered with soap.
"Sure," Jack said. "But I like you too. A lot. And you and I are going
to have the time of our lives at that club. And that means no breaking
promises."
"She won't be able to tell," Jill said.
"Yes she will," Jack said. "Now turn around. It seems we're missing
a few areas in our washing here."
A little later Jack and Jill sat on the suite's king size bed, dry but
still naked. The toweling off they had given each other had done little to
lower their boiling passions.
Jill put her hand to her pussy as she sat cross-legged before Jack,
his erect penis still looming pleasantly before her.
"Well, I can come, even if you can't," Jill said, and began rubbing
herself. "You'll just have to watch me, I guess."
"Oh, no you don't," Jack cried, and tumbled atop Jill. He grabbed a
nearby pair of her discarded nylons.
"What are you doing?" Jill asked. Jack had clamped her wrists
together and was binding them with the nylons.
"You're going to stay tied up all night long, young lady, to make sure
you behave," Jack said.
"No! Jack! I don't want to!" Jill cried, but fought back with only half
her strength. Jack tied her wrists securely to the bars that made up the
bed's headboard, then planted his ass on her tummy and thrust his dick
between her breasts. He squeezed Jill's breasts together and began
threading his penis back and forth between them. Jill, her pussy still
aflame with desire, stopped kicking her legs and gazed down at the
delectable dick just inches from her mouth. A bead of saliva formed on
her lower lip and she licked it away with her tongue. Jack gave several
more thrusts and then, just stopping in time, fell on his back beside her.
"Go to sleep now," Jack said. He slid a hand underneath the small of
Jill's back and let his fingers glide down between her legs to tease her
clitoris. Jill turned her head toward Jack and their lips meshed. She
bucked her hips once or twice as their kiss lasted, urging Jack's fingers to
explore her further, to no avail. Jack touched just the tips of his digits to
her, lightly and intermittently. His penis stood erect, pointing at the
ceiling, straining as if a vagina was planted on the ceiling above them.
Outside the sky grew dark and the lights of Waikiki winked on.
Jack and Jill had made the round of most of the guests the following
evening when Diane appeared and asked them to pick their punishments for
initiation to the club.
"You should pick each other's initiations...that would be most
romantic," Diane advised, handing the list of male rituals to Jill and
the female initiation sheet to Jack.
"I want you to tease Jack but not let him come...all night long, just
like it says here," Jill said ruefully.
"Well, in that case you can give Jill an introductory whipping," Jack
said, finding that item on the list.
"Oh, you!" Jill cried. "My daddy never even spanked me!"
"Sounds like we should make up some lost time then," Jack smiled.
THE END
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Holland Hunnies
Chapter One
We were tourists. We sat mesmerized on the bed, wondering where
to go today. Wondering if we should.
ÒDungeons to Let,Ó my boyfriend read aloud again. I snuggled closer
to him. Mark and Elizabeth drew nearer too, Mark grasping me by both my
shoulders as he leaned in over me, sitting next to me on the bed. I sensed
Elizabeth getting cuddly-close to my Rob.
We were in Holland. WeÕd finished Paris, been rather bored, actually,
but now I was wondering if it hadnÕt been our fault. Perfect Puritans,
weÕd slept as couples in separate bedrooms, myself with Rob and Elizabeth
with her steady, Mark. Perhaps it was our own growing, gnawing ennui
which was keeping our eyes fixed to the ad. I shifted my gaze, not to my
husband, but to Mark. His manhood was boldly visible in his shorts. I
noticed, for the first time really, how short the legs of his pants were.
His strong, hairy legs sat commandingly on the edge of the bed, a young
athletic king. His hands on my shoulders seemed to press into them,
almost painfully. I kept my mouth shut, though, didnÕt complain. He was
smitten by the ad, he did not mean to hurt me.
ÒDungeons to Let, HollandÕs Finest. Quiet, discreet neighborhood.
Pick your favorite. Hourly or Nightly rates. Couples Only.Ó My boyfriend
read out the address. We seemed to savor every word of the number, the
street, as if they were sweet candies.
ÒSilly, of course,Ó My boyfriend said, looking up.
ÒDo you think couples really do that?Ó Elizabeth asked. Her eyes
were wide. Unconsciously, I think, she was stroking the inside of my
husbandÕs thigh, her fingers rising ever closer toward his bulging crotch.
ÒI guess so, European couples, I imagine,Ó my husband replied. He
tried to say the words dismissively but the last of them caught in his
throat.
ÒI donÕt know about the rest of you, but I suddenly have a very strong
urge to fuck someoneÕs brains out,Ó Mark announced unabashedly. I could
see his words were true. Despite making love to Elizabeth last night, he
was already full and ready to go again. I glanced at Elizabeth, saw her
shocked look. Was she ready for more? Perhaps she was still sore from
last night. Or just embarrassed. Yes, that was it, for her fingers had
crept up to my boyfriendÕs crotch. Consciously or not she was stroking the
outside of his pants where they bound his testicles.
I allowed myself the same liberty. Deftly I squeezed MarkÕs balls,
through his pants. ÒYou sir, couldnÕt possibly be full again already, could
you?Ó
ÒAre you girls going to stroll around again without bras today?Ó
Mark asked. He glanced at my breasts. They were visibly excited.
ÒWell, my nipples werenÕt erect yesterday, when we were walking
around,Ó I answered sheepishly. I glanced at ElizabethÕs. They were as
stiff as mine, making little tents in her tight, bulging tee.
ÒWe got some looks yesterday, you know,Ó my boyfriend chimed in.
ÒSo what? So what if men look at us? You two have been turning
heads all across Europe,Ó Elizabeth replied.
ÒYes,Ó I said, firm in my words but not in my heart. ÒWe will go out
in whatever we wish, and you boys will just have to put up with it. I can
just see you two today, striding along with your dicks all hard like they
are, stuck inside your pants. Do you think women wonÕt notice that?Ó
ÒWell, its the fault of this damn ad,Ó Rob, my boyfriend, replied. He
stabbed the ad in the tourist brochure with his finger.
ÒI want to stop there,Ó Mark announced.
ÒOnly to look,Ó I told him.
ÒSure, only to look.Ó
ÒYou want to go there?Ó my Rob asked me.
ÒWell,Ó I turned my gaze to Elizabeth. Her palm had slipped up to the
actual protuberance of my boyfriendÕs cock in his pants. It was as if she
were modestly covering his manhood from my eyes.
ÒIÕll go, to look,Ó Elizabeth said. ÒWe can stand outside and take a
picture of it. That would be pretty cool, to show to our friends back
home.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Rob agreed. ÒI guess IÕd be labelled a chicken if I couldnÕt at
least go and stand outside the place. Something for the scrapbook, I
suppose, to entertain the guys back at work. A real dungeon, not just
something you read about in Penthouse.Ó
ÒYouÕve been reading Penthouse?Ó I asked him.
ÒWhen I was younger, you know,Ó he replied.
ÒAs in Ôyounger meaning today I am older than yesterday,ÕÓ Elizabeth
teased. She squeezed his cock, as if sharing with him some private
moment.
ÒOkay, well, yesterday, then,Ó Rob admitted.
ÒThe magazine had a very alluring older woman in dominatrix attire
on the cover,Ó Elizabeth smiled. My eyes on hers, I let my hand take hold
of her own boyfriendÕs cock. I would match her squeeze for squeeze,
whether she was doing it on purpose or not. Our nipples were quite
pointedly poking into our tees, trying to stab through them. WeÕd each
chosen shirts of light, thin cotton. In the right light you could see the
redness of our areoles within the close-fitting tees. They were tucked in
tightly to the waistbands of our skirts. Our full bosoms alone threatened
to rend them, our nipples only made matters worse.
ÒI wasnÕt interested in her, just in what she was wearing,Ó my
boyfriend tried to explain, but it was a lost cause. We were beyond caring
now. We had to see that woman, or the version of her that must come with
anyplace that advertised ÒDungeons to Let.Ó I stood. My skirt was short.
As I fluffed my hair Mark lifted my skirt in back, giving himself an
unrestricted view of my behind.
ÒKinda short for walking, donÕt you think?Ó he asked. It was true. I
wore a short denim skirt that promised to respond to the lightest gust of
wind, showing off my panties. It was considerably shorter than the one IÕd
worn yesterday. An antidote to tourist lassitude.
ÒLook at your own girlfriendÕs,Ó I said. He knew I meant the length
of her skirt, not her panties. I did not mind him looking at my panties, IÕd
suddenly decided, though heÕd not seen me this intimately before.
Somehow he knew, we all knew, that I meant the skirt not my panties.
ÒYours is too short also,Ó my Rob said to Elizabeth. She sat still
beside him, he lifted her dress in front. ÒNice panties, though.Ó They
were white, mine were black.
ÒThank you, sir, I thought you might like them,Ó Elizabeth teased.
They were transparent. You could see her auburn thatch within them.
ÒYour girlfriend has a nice muff,Ó Rob told Mark.
ÒYours has a nice ass,Ó Rob replied. He patted me, dropped my dress.
He stood up behind me and pressed himself into me. Rob tickled
ElizabethÕs cunny, she giggled. Her breasts wobbled within her shirt. They
were too light, they showed too much. We should change them, I knew, and
I knew we would not.
ÒDear, letÕs try it,Ó I said, walking across to my Rob. I embraced
him even as Elizabeth reclaimed Mark.
ÒAlright, but just a photo,Ó he said. Somewhere Elizabeth echoed
him.
WHO AM I?
by holy joe
I was reading Anne McCaffrey recently and she described how
readers feel when they see her. She said their responses range from
ÒSkepticism to deep disappointment.Ó (The Girl Who Heard Dragons, pg.
11.)
I donÕt want you to wonder about me. So let me describe myself.
First, IÕm short. My eyes are short too. IÕm not overweight enough to get
into the Guiness Book of World Records, but then IÕm sorta lazy and just
donÕt eat enough to make that grade. I look at porno magazines at the
bookstore a lot. I wear a green eyeshade to keep the overhead lights out of
my eyes so I can check to see if there are any finger smudges in the
magazines IÕm considering buying.
If I see a girl (which happens sometimes) I speak to her in a deep,
baritone voice. Unfortunately, it comes out a little high. Sort of like a
soprano whoÕs lost his balls. (IÕm disabled, I guess.) (In the voice, not the
balls, ladies!!!)
Usually I try this line as an ice-breaker: ÒHowdy, honey, how ya
doinÕ there?Ó It doesnÕt work too well but itÕs the only line I know. If IÕm
successful, and she asks what I do, I tell her, ÒI write porn for a living.Ó
This usually increases the dropoff rate, alas, but IÕm just being truthful.
(Roller doesnÕt write all those stories!) Of course I hastily add that I
donÕt write porn Ôcause I donÕt have a girlfriend. Then I ask her if sheÕd
like to go on a date with me. (Not that I need one, of course.)
Usually the girl is not too receptive. So at this point I whip out my
ÔHoly Joe Guarantee.Õ I assure her that despite the fact that IÕve got
eleven porno magazines in my arms, I donÕt masturbate. ÒI havenÕt cum in
10 years!Ó I assured the last girl I was speaking to. This didnÕt impress
her, for some reason. Then her mother showed up and told her it was time
to go.
I dress frugally. ItÕs not always the latest style, but I do my best. I
was really pleased recently when ÔwideÕ pants came back into style,
because there are a lot of old 1960Õs bellbottoms down at the Goodwill
store. Usually I wear cowboy boots under my pants. Those always seem to
be in style. Then, to top me off, I wear an Aloha shirt. For practical
reasons. I donÕt have to worry about tucking it in and nobody wonders why
I donÕt have a tie on.
LetÕs see: my hair. Well, I have as much as on the day I was born, so,
net, I figure thereÕs actually been no loss. Lately IÕve grown a beard to see
if I can fool girls into thinking IÕm Z Z Top. So far, no luck. (Guess itÕs not
long enough yet.)
Exercise! Yes, IÕm an exercise nut. Since I donÕt have a car and canÕt
afford a bicycle, I do a LOT of walking. And pushing that grocery cart
around all day with all those empty cans in it and all the porno IÕve bought
strengthens my upper arms considerably. When I was younger I just used
to sit in front of my parentÕs T.V. all day. But now IÕm on my own, an
Outdoors Man. IÕm considering starting a catalog business: Holy Joe
Outdoors. I could sell skillets that IÕve tested myself, over trash bins, and
I could offer advice on where the best public bathrooms are. I donÕt
believe in roughing it, despite being an Outdoors Man. I like to avail
myself of all the public school restrooms and all the nice, well-kept
bushes and trees, and the bathroom at Burger King. I figure, weÕre a
civilized race of people now. Why go in the National Forest when I can
just go on the curb?
IÕm widely read. Standing in Tower Books for hours on end each
month, I manage to read almost all the porno mags for free. (The ones I
donÕt buy to, uh, check my size with, that is.) So I am highly versed and
learned in all matters pornographic. Yesterday a policewoman asked me
something and I showed her my intelligence by quoting to her from all the
latest porno magazines. Being a woman, of course, she failed to be
impressed. (Women are stupider than men.)
For a living I beg. IÕm upholding this profession because, in my
opinion, it is the worldÕs oldest profession. The first time anybody needed
something, and had nothing to offer in return, they were forced to beg for
it. I think buying sex came way later than simply begging for it. So thatÕs
why I beg, to uphold the oldest values, the ones weÕre in danger of losing
as we hurtle into an unknown Information Age future.
I ran for dog catcher last year but nobody voted for me. I stood out
on the street corner every day shouting at people, telling them my
platform, but I guess I needed to get with the Special Interests to insure
that I was actually on the ballot. So I lost, or there was no space for all
my millions of fans to write my name in. (I was in California at the time.
ThereÕs no space for write-in candidates on their ballots. I guess because,
with all their T.V. shows and movies, they all forgot how to write.)
So ladies, if you are looking for an educated, fashionable male to be
your house-husband for you, please e-mail me. I promise to save all the
empty beer cans I drink so I can recycle them, just like I do now. IÕll even
check the neighborÕs garbage to see if they have any empty beer cans if
you want me to. IÕm not afraid of work! But I believe in being married to a
strong woman, and supporting her in her career. If youÕre willing to cook
for me when you get home from your Important Job IÕm sure we can live
quite well together.
AND IN THE END...
I kissed a little girl in the first grade yesterday but nobodyÕs
offered me $100,000 for the movie rights yet... -h.j.
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