Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 20
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Love Child
Chapter Ten
ÒTime to get out!Ó Danielle said brightly. She had been here before,
I guessed. We tumbled out of the jeep, Danielle carrying a backpack,
Candace only her paddle. Danielle swung the backpack up onto her back,
which made her titties stick out quite alluringly, her little fists closing
around the straps of the pack where they slipped over her shoulders and
under her arms. SheÕd had the basket transferred from KevinÕs limo into
her jeep before weÕd even stepped into the parking lot. Now sheÕd taken
the essentials from the picnic basket and put them into the backpack.
ÒWe can come back later when we get hungry,Ó Danielle said. But
Kevin had a light nylon backpack stuffed in his vest, and he took it out.
ÒStick the rest in here, and IÕll carry it,Ó he told Danielle. Nodding,
she took it and began filled his pack for him.
ÒWhatÕs in yours?Ó I asked Danielle, wondering just what the
ÒessentialsÓ were that she mentioned.
ÒOh, enemas, condoms, stuff like that,Ó she replied, without looking
up. I shivered. A moment later the pack was full and Danielle handed it
back to Kevin. With one quick, easy motion he put it on, still holding his
hunting rifle in his other hand. Then, leading the way, he set off into the
trees, with me following right behind him, Candace with her paddle behind
me, and Danielle taking up the rear.
Between the four of us, only I was totally naked. Of course I wore
my tennies to protect my feet from the twigs and pebbles scattered along
the forest floor, but otherwise I was in the raw, all pink and white, with
even my bottom now a milky white. I felt like a newborn babe, taking in
the world for the first time ever. And mama, striding along behind me,
would spank me if I misbehaved, I thought, then just as quickly put that
unpleasant thought out of my mind.
ItÕs an amazing thing, walking through a forest naked. Your whole
body feels alive. I could feel my nipples, exquisitely stiff, as if they
wanted to poke back at the branches that jabbed and grazed my skin. I
stepped daintily through the tangle of underbrush. I felt like some captive
princess, taken by a white African explorer, treading through jungle to
some unknown destination. Kevin tried to push as much of the brush aside
for me as he could, breaking off branches, stamping down overgrown grass.
Now I knew why heÕd donned gloves when we got out of the jeep. His thick
trousers and long sleeved shirt protected him. I thanked him once, twice,
for helping me. He only smiled, slightly, betraying just the slightest
emotion. Candace scolded me, called me a baby, but otherwise let me be.
Danielle only smiled, gazing up at the canopy. Birds flitted among the high
boughs, sunlight dappled our skin. Then the trees would just as quickly
close in again, nearly blocking our way, shrouding us in evening shade.
We came to a little brook, babbling innocently, the water rushing
through it from some winter snowmelt down to the distant sea. Kevin led
the way across it over a path of little stones. They looked like monkÕs
heads to me, shaved by centuries of wear by the quick-flowing water. I
stepped lightly upon them, not wanting to get my tennies wet. Yet
secretly I wished to splash and play in the water, like children would.
They would have played all day here, forgetting such things as dildoes and
condoms and enemas. But the water was cold, I saw, as it splashed in its
lustiness upon my legs. I was chilly enough in my nudity. I did not need to
get any chillier. Behind me Candace came on with her paddle, swinging it
lazily. Her breasts loomed, bare as my bottom, her nipples cherry red and
rigid.
ÒHurry up!Ó she said. I wished to stop, admire the little tadpoles
wiggling through the clear water. Candace urged me on, though, saying we
mustnÕt dally.
ÒHunters sometimes come, to shoot deer,Ó she said. ÒIf we linger
they may find us and consider us a better catch.Ó
ÒWell, it might help if we wore clothing,Ó I said, pouting.
ÒSuch a spoilsport!Ó Danielle said. ÒGet that jiggly hiney of yours
moving, girl!Ó So I stepped across to the bank on the other side, where
Kevin waited for me. He gave my ass a slap and told me not to talk.
A bit later we came upon an orchard, long lost to the woods, and I
saw ripe fruit hanging from the trees.
ÒOh, apples!Ó I cried. I skipped ahead and plucked one from a tree and
bit into it. I was hungry. I hadnÕt had any breakfast. The others seemed
not to mind this particular outburst of mine. Danielle picked several for
us and put them in KevinÕs pack. But we did not stay except for a moment.
Candace, as always, urged us on. So I walked along, biting into my apple,
enjoying its sweet/sour tang. It was juicy. I tried not to let the juice run
down my arm, my chin, drip onto my nipples. A few drops escaped,
sprinkling my teats. They wiggled as I walked. I was Eve born anew, and
with Candace only a few steps behind me I knew I would be punished for
my sin.
Finally, just as I was beginning to tire, we reached a little house. It
seemed partly log cabin, with rough-hewn horizontal logs making up its
walls, but partly gingerbread house too, with a brightly tiled red roof
sitting atop it.
Kevin glanced around at us, then knocked at the door. To my
surprise, an old woman answered. She smiled at us.
ÒMy, but youÕre a sight for sore eyes!Ó she giggled. She regarded
Kevin. ÒSo youÕre Mr. Tremont, then, is it?Ó
ÒYes mother,Ó he replied.
ÒThe mother of the woods,Ó Danielle whispered in my ear. SheÕd
drawn close to me.
ÒWell, you must take off your clothes before you come in,Ó Mother
Woods said. Danielle unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down. Candace,
seeing that even Danielle obeyed Mother, did likewise. ÒYou too, young
man,Ó Mother said to him, eyeing his crotch. Reluctantly Kevin put down
his rifle, took off his pack, and undressed. Danielle, not wearing anything
above the waist, kept her pack on. Within a minute we were all nude.
Mother even made me take my shoes off, and the girls their boots. Then,
all four of us trembling a little, we stepped into the confines of her house.
ÒAh, to be young again!Ó Mother said, admiring our bodies. Within all
was hushed, quiet, even the sounds of the surrounding wood gone once
Mother closed the front door. Candles, sweet smelling, were the cabinÕs
only source of light. Deep-pile furs carpeted the floor near the fireplace,
where a log burned contentedly, casting out a bathing glow of warmth. It
was old and heavily charred, the fire mostly within it now. Red glowing
embers sparkled along it.
ÒYou children must have some nourishment before you get about your
play,Ó Mother said. With a sideways glance she took note of KevinÕs cock.
It stood up eagerly, vibrating with the beat of his heart, obviously ready
for action. ÒThey grow so big these day,Ó Mother muttered to herself,
wandering into her kitchen. We followed, slightly embarrassed in our
nudity, our nipples all upstanding, clittys hard, our hands restlessly
brushing our thighs. Mother made us sit down on a hard wooden bench, all
four of us in a row like children at preschool. We wiggled on our seat,
shifting our buttocks, restive. She brought us hot soup.
My titties danced in little circles as I ate, my heavy breasts moving
with every hungry spoonful of soup I lifted to my mouth. The other girlsÕ
breasts shifted with a similar charm, and Kevin watched us from the
corner of his eye, stroking himself furtively as he ate his own soup.
ÒNow, now, young man! WeÕll have none of that at the table,Ó Mother
said, swatting KevinÕs arm. With a flushed face he moved his hand away
from himself. We girls all giggled.
Dinner was followed by a dessert of strawberries and whipped
cream. We took turns dipping our strawberries into a bowl of cream. I got
some cream on my titties. Candace censured me, then licked the cream
from my breasts with long, loving strokes of her tongue, sending ripples
of agonized desire down my spine. I tried to push her away but Mother told
me not to. Danielle got up from her seat and took a fresh strawberry and
used it to spread cream on one of my tits. Then she too licked it off,
while I strained to keep from rubbing my pussy with my hands.
Kevin, seeing the attention I was getting, stood up and lanced the
bowl of cream with his cock. The girls looked up in delight. Forgetting
me, they turned to him and began eagerly cleaning his organ. I looked down
at my breasts, still smeared with cream.
ÒYou are so very sweet, dear,Ó Mother said, sitting down backwards
on the bench beside me. She ran a finger through the cream on my nearest
breast and popped it into her mouth.
ÒHow long have you lived here?Ó I asked, attempting to ignore the
squeals Candace and Danielle were making as they fought for the last
drops of cream on KevinÕs cock.
ÒOh, some time now,Ó Mother replied. ÒBoys and girls like yourself
visit me now and then, so they can play freely and not be disturbed by
their parents or the concerns of the outside world. I feed them, draw
baths for them, clean up after them...Ó To my right Candace had got hold of
KevinÕs cockhead and was sucking it eagerly, while Danielle licked at the
corner of her mouth, hoping to steal KevinÕs plum from her. ÒIÕm
compensated quite nicely,Ó Mother continued, dropping her finger to my
dell. I eased my thighs apart, welcoming the attention, even if it was
from some mysterious old woman. Some gypsy lady, long thought dead.
She traced spiraling lines upon my private, circling inward until she found
my clit. I shivered, my back arched, my breasts juggled themselves on the
thin-ribbed latticework of my chest. ÒYes, quite nicely,Ó Mother breathed.
ÒAnd not just monetarily either. Why, all the queenÕs pound sterling in
BarrenÕs Bank couldnÕt buy her what I have, no, no.Ó
Just as easily as sheÕd begun teasing me, Mother stopped. She stood
up and told the girls to stop playing with KevinÕs cock. Disappointedly
they let him go, and I saw that heÕd almost come, the pre-cum oozing
freely from the tip of his enormous, shuddering manhood. Mother said it
was time we saw our playroom, and the other Òamenities,Ó as she called
them. She led the way from the kitchen and we traipsed along behind,
Danielle and Candace slapping at each other as each of them tried to get
close to Kevin. He ordered them both forward, denying both an intimate
walk with his stiff organ. He followed instead, his risen cock pointing at
them like a sword, threatening to impale their bottoms.
ÒThis is the bathroom,Ó Mother said, pointing into a small room.
There was a showerhead jutting from one wall, in a little cell that had no
door. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large round wooden tub. I
saw I might just fit into it if I sat down and drew up my knees. Beside it,
on the floor, lay a clean sponge and scrub brush. A bar of white soap sat
on a counter, also of wood. A bowl in the middle of it formed a sink. The
bowl itself was porcelain. There was a door, and mother said that outside
it was an outhouse where we could go to the potty. ÒIn your playroom, of
course, there will be a chamber pot,Ó mother added. ÒI realize that
sometimes you young ones simply get too busy with what youÕre doing to
run outside and go. And of course sometimes you wonÕt want to be
disturbed, or interrupted. It can be embarrassing to have to go use the
potty while youÕre wearing nipple clamps, or a dildo up your fanny.Ó She
glanced at me, knowingly, and I shrank back with shame. ÒYou have a nice
ass too, young man,Ó mother said, turning to Kevin. ÒHave you had it
plugged before?Ó
ÒNo, and I donÕt intend to,Ó Kevin said gruffly. Candace and Danielle
laughed, their boobs juddering merrily, lifting their hands to their faces,
as if to catch the laughter as it spilled from their mouths.
Mother showed us our bedroom next, but it was only for sleeping, she
said, when we got pooped out from playing. It was a small bed, barely big
enough for the three of us. WeÕd probably have to sleep partly on top of
one another, I thought, our hot breath mingling, our limbs entangled.
Finally she showed us our Òplayroom.Ó I nearly lost myself when I saw it!
There was a stool in the middle, for what evil I knew not, with
overhanging chains. Beyond a trestle stood, its leather pad waiting to
receive some poor victimÕs belly, her arms and legs tied off to its legs by
ropes that waited for just such a purpose. Whips lined the walls; bull
whips and little pony whips and nine-tailed thongs, accompanied by riding
crops and birch rods, canes made of the finest bamboo and broad flat
tawses.
It was all rather primitive, though, the floor rough wood and the
walls planed but unpolished. ÒTch! Tch! IÕd forgotten that the last group
spoiled my carpet,Ó mother said. ÒRun out and get your shoes back on,
boys and girls, I donÕt want you getting any splinters in your feet from
this awful floor!Ó I spun about, quite eager to heed her advice. I had no
need of her makeshift dungeon, as I had a sinking feeling I was intended to
be its star performer. Candace and Danielle followed me. They put their
boots back on as I sat on a treestump and tied my tennies. Then, Kevin,
booted also, he directed us back inside, making sure I went too. I could
not imagine what else to do. All around me were the silent woods, and I
was lost in them now, I knew I could not find my way back to the jeep,
didnÕt have the key even if I had. And it sat at the end of a forgotten road,
a gravel path no car ever travelled, except by invitation, following
explicit directions given in advance by mother herself. I was truly a
captive now, with no escape, with nothing to guide me but my instincts.
My bottom cheeks huddling anxiously, I returned to the playroom
with the others. Mother bade us to have a good time and closed the door
behind us. She locked it from outside. Light filtered through an old high
window along the far wall, but otherwise it was gloomy.
ÒWell, I guess we should light some candles,Ó Candace said, seeing a
box of wooden matches lying on a small table. She and Danielle went
about the room lighting candles, which hung from metal holders on the
walls. Kevin and I watched, his hand palming my bottom.
The room lit in a flickering glow, Candace and Danielle rejoined us.
She looked down at her own nudity, her bosoms sticking out brazenly, their
nipples hard and erect, and blushed. Then she looked at us.
ÒI suppose we should get started,Ó Candace breathed. ÒThis place is
rather expensive.Ó She ran her tongue over her upper lip, wetting it,
relishing the sight of our bodies even as she gloried in her own nakedness.
There was so much that could be done here to a body, and Danielle carried
more in her backpack, which sheÕd set by the wall. ÒDanielle? Any
ideas?Ó Candace asked. She turned her head toward her companion, her
near-white cornsilk hair swishing lightly over her body. I realized that
behind her smooth exterior, trying so hard to seem worldly, Candace was
perhaps as unsure as I was.
ÒIÕm not quite the vixen I appear,Ó Danielle blushed. Her lovely black
hair fell into her eyes as she bowed her head slightly with Oriental
modesty. ÒI just recently acquired the dungeon in London from a dead
relative. IÕve learned a few tricks, though.Ó Her eyes looked up almost
helpfully, without any hint of cunning or design.
ÒI know,Ó I said ruefully, remembering that she wasnÕt quite entirely
the ingenue she made herself out to be. She shot a glance at my nipples,
wiggling freely now but only hours ago captive within her tight little
clamps. She laughed, told Candace and Kevin about what sheÕd done to me.
I flushed, my cheeks reddening.
DIARY OF A PERVERT
By Deep Thought
Reviews of Playmate Video Centerfold Julie Clarke and Playboy's Girls of
Spring Break - Part One
I'm going to blast a lot of things in this essay, so let me start with
something great. Two great things, actually. Frederick's of Hollywood
puts out catalogs on a regular basis. For $2.00 you get a whole year's
worth of catalogs. At one time these catalogs were little more than a
bunch of uninspired drawings. No more. Now they feature real Playboy
playmates! It's like getting a copy of Playboy Lingerie in the mail every
month. But instead of paying $5.95, you get it for free! Another great deal
is the Playboy catalogue. It is digest sized, and comes out on a regular
basis. The latest issue features March 1991 Playmate Julie Clarke in an
unforgettable photo, wearing a bra, panty and gartered stocking set that
Playboy is peddling.
I got the Playboy catalogue in the mail this week. I was delighted to
see in it an ad for the new Playboy Video Centerfold, featuring Julie
Clarke. On the VHS box she is holding a riding crop! And in a picture
accompanying the ad she is licking whipped cream off her fingers! What a
deal! I zoomed down to Tower Video and grabbed Clarke off the shelf.
Back home, I found to my dismay that Clarke spends at least half the
time in her centerfold with her clothes ON. When the clothes do actually
come off, it's so she can do something totally stupid like swim laps in a
swimming pool.
There are only two good moments in the Clarke video. At the very
beginning, she stands behind a doorway and slowly undresses. Then she
frolics totally naked in a large room. Later on, she is inside a stable,
where she mounts a saddle on a rack and then slowly strips naked. Then
she dresses again, in white lingerie. I thought she would get on the saddle
next, and assume some very provocative poses. But no, this is Playboy,
home of the rip-off. Clarke finishes dressing (in riding clothes) and, fully
dressed, she proceeds outside where she rides around on a horse. Big deal.
At another point in the video Clarke says of herself to the viewer,
"Well, she can walk, and she can talk, and she can tell dirty jokes, but I'll
bet what you're really wondering is whether she can dance!" No, Clarke,
that's not exactly what I was wondering. What follows is a worthless
rooftop dance sequence, just like you can see on MTV for free.
Clarke is a nice, young, vivacious blonde girl. Sure, she's not
perfect; her breasts hang like gourds, her legs are short and stubby, and
her butt is too big. But, overall, she makes a very nice appearance, and is
perfect masturbating material. Unfortunately, her video centerfold is
basically a piece of crap, almost as bad as the Tawnni Cable centerfold
[See an earlier issue of NND/FD. Ed.]
The back half of the Clarke tape is taken up with an abbreviated
centerfold of Stacy Arthur, a woman who had the good sense to get
married and have three children before posing for Playboy. I had always
wondered why Arthur's pussy lips sagged so much. The only moment of
note is when Arthur, making a clay pot, gets aroused and takes off her
clothes.
It is worth pointing out that the box the Clarke video came in does
not state the approximate running time of the tape. As you might expect,
this is not because the tape is extraordinarily long. In fact, the actual
Clarke centerfold seemed unreasonably short.
A girl who can't separate herself from her clothes and can't do
anything interesting when she does is not my idea of a good time. Neither
is a woman whose body shows the scars of bearing three children. Unless
you're stranded in Antarctica for the winter with nothing but sled dogs to
keep you company, take a pass on Playboy Video Centerfold Julie Clarke.
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