Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 235
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Rose lifted each of my heels out of the little holes on either side of
the potty which held them aloft. She set my feet down on the dresser. I
felt sensible again, not all exposed like some underage tart, dreaming of
being broken by the overseer out in the fields or in the stables. Rose took
a key from the dresser and reached around behind me and unlocked my
handcuffs.
Oh, how wonderful it felt! I lifted my arms and rubbed my wrists
and inspected them. There were red marks where they handcuffs had
bound them. ÒStand up,Ó Rose said. She took the tips of my fingers and
helped me rise up from the toilet. With her hands guiding me I stepped
down from the dresser. Then, she made me pause, a finger touched to one
of my nipples. She took PollyÕs panties from the dresser top and smiled at
me and told me to open my mouth.
Oh, God! I did not want to. But, somehow, I let her urge my teeth
apart, and she replaced the panties in my mouth. ÒGo to Andre,Ó she said.
I shook my head no. My eyes were wide with disapproval. ÒYes, Andre,Ó
she insisted. ÒIÕll not have any opportunities wasted. He has a fine penis
and I want you on it. Polly will have your lover this first night. You are
still a slave, my darling. Go to Andre and take hold of his penis. DonÕt let
him cum, or put it in you. Just hold it possessively like you would LouisÕ,
and IÕll be with you momentarily.Ó
I obeyed. Trembling, looking straight into LouisÕ eyes as I walked to
Andre, who stood to receive me, I walked with swinging hips and naked,
jiggling tits. I clasped AndreÕs penis as, somewhere behind me, Polly let
out a squeak of dismay.
ÒYes, Polly, she will have your wonderful boyfriend. But you will
have Louis,Ó Rose told her.
ÒI donÕt want Louis. HeÕs too mean,Ó Polly insisted. But Rose
replaced her bra over her mouth and tightened it so that no more could be
heard from her. She loosed her handcuffs and made her stand and guided
her, wobbly-legged, her breasts bobbing like tennis balls on her chest,
down from the dresser. Rose led her over to Louis and Polly looked for all
the world like a first-grader being brought into the schoolhouse to meet
her new teacher. Louis received her with a groping hug and kissed her
deeply. Polly squealed unhappily as his broad palms gripped and explored
her angel bottom. Andre patted mine. I knew how they both wanted us.
TheyÕd conspired together, I realized, and decided they must both have our
buttholes. PollyÕs was already prepared. Rose turned me around and
helped Andre part my cheeks. The maid brought vaseline and as I stood
there, watching Polly embrace my boyfriend in a prolonged kiss, my
asshole was prepared for fucking.
ÒTime for bed, gang!Ó Rose said cheerily when IÕd been readied for
love. Andre and Louis marched myself and Polly back into the little girlÕs
bedroom. ÒUp on the bed, girls,Ó Rose ordered. Together Polly and I
scrambled up on it, not wanting to, but having to. Rose got out her whippy
cane just in case we disobeyed. ÒHeads on the pillows, bottoms high,Ó she
said. I gulped. I prayed a fucking was all we were getting. Breathing hard
with nervousness, Polly and I both crouched on the bed. Our heads bumped,
then our hips. We were sisters of mercy, about to milk our men, and I
hoped theyÕd be merciful.
Rose untied PollyÕs bra from her head and drew it off. ÒOh, I want to
go home!Ó Polly declared at once. Rose turned her attention to me and
removed the panties from my mouth.
ÒKiss for luck,Ó Rose told us. We turned and looked back at her over
the naked spheres of our heart-spit asses.
ÒMaynÕt I please go home?Ó Polly repeated. Rose gave no answer.
Instead she swung her cane in and caught us both at once in a sweeping
stroke that burned into the tenderest, choicest part of our bottoms, right
on the underside of our cheeks, where they meet with our thighs.
ÒOoohoooo!Ó Polly and I both cried together, gasping into each otherÕs
open mouths. Then, realizing weÕd misbehaved, and that there was no
escape, we jammed our faces into each other and kissed for all we were
worth.
ÒVery good,Ó Rose complimented. ÒYouÕll need each other, girls. Get
acquainted and comfort each other.Ó She turned and took vaseline from
the drawer of the nightstand and began greasing up the men. Oh, how I
wished to be the one to lube those manly genitals, but the privilege fell to
Rose. I was left with kissing little Polly, both of us nervous and scared.
Someday, perhaps, IÕd get to have my own castle and entertain studs, but
right now I was still just an eighth-grader, out at night when I should be
home studying. Would my mom worry about me? Suddenly I wished to be
with her instead of here, nasty as she was, doing my chores and being a
good daughter. But it was too late, too late!
The bed creaked. Polly and I felt ourselves bounce upon it as both
Louis and Andre got in with us. Their cocks were enormous and Polly and
I, wriggling our cane-struck bottoms, tried to peek back at them as we
kept on kissing each other, lest we be smacked again. The men kneed their
way forward like roosters, proud and tall and with penises stemming. I
felt a bulbous cock-nose wedge itself into my indwelling bottomcrack. A
bump against my anus. I remembered Max, his torments with quinine and
dildoes, that had come so close to splitting apart my behind. Now danger
loomed again, though it was natural cockflesh, hard and pulsing and
definitely wielded by a male who would not be denied.
Polly cried in alarm as she felt Louis test her virgin hole. Oh, I
pitied her. She had never had this before. Louis would be relentless, I
feared. He was hungry as a tiger and his thing was gigantic. I heard Louis
grunt as he forced his peehole into her, wedging her hole wide with his
flaring penis head.
ÒNo, no, no, no, I want to go hoooome!Ó Polly begged.
ÒQuiet, bitch!Ó Louis snarled. His voice sent a shiver of terrible fear
down my own spine, and I was not even receiving him. Polly began crying.
I shouted as Andre found me receptive and pushed his cock into me like a
hard bolt being slammed into a lock. I guess MaxÕs training had done a
little to ease my tightness, if only at the psychological level.
Instinctively IÕd let my cheeks part to receive Andre, not even conscious
of it, thanks to the long hours in MaxÕs basement with a fake dong up my
butt.
Polly had no such training. She compressed her valentine cheeks as
tight as she could, crying all the while. Louis rammed her hard, making no
headway. In frustration he rose from her bottom. He got off the bed,
rocking it, his cock bitterly hard between his legs, swinging with febrile
male impatience. He presented his erection to Rose. ÒSheÕs impossible,Ó
he said. ÒBend over. I cannot wait.Ó
Rose smiled. She turned around and presented her ass to Louis. She
bent double and placed her delicate hands on her ankles. ÒNot in my
bottom, please,Ó she said. ÒI have to take someone else there, later this
evening, and he always fucks me quite hard.Ó
ÒI donÕt care,Ó Louis answered.
ÒLouis!Ó Rose cried in dismay. He took her in her ass even as I felt
Andre ensconce himself to the full in me and begin to saw away. Polly
knelt beside me, her face in her hands, weeping. Her bottom remained
poised just as it had been before. The men worked Rose and I, forcing
themselves in very deep, then drawing back, almost popping out of us, only
to slam in again. I croaked and groaned and heard Rose moaning where she
stood victimlike on the floor, still neat in her heels, her hair nicely
coiffed, but twisted right over so that her lips kissed her knees.
ÒPlease, just cum!Ó I begged Andre. He was drilling in and out of me
like a maniac, delighted to find IÕd been trained to show the least
resistance to anal penetration.
ÒGod, youÕre so tight! And yet, you know how to receive me, to work
with me instead of against me,Ó Andre marvelled. He shafted himself
repeatedly in my buns, admiring his glistening cock on the outstroke,
relishing its penetration when he thrust his hips forward again.
ÒYou should date more -- more older girls!Ó I gasped. ÒWe know how
to dolooo it!Ó I was losing my ability to speak properly, he was buggering
me so vigorously. Beside me, Polly in her innocence kept her face hidden.
Her lofted bottom squeezed tight as it could to keep any men from
attempting it. But I knew what that would get her. I said nothing. I was
being fucked all the way to the promised land and back again, all in my
little hole.
ÒLouis! Enough! Spurt, please!Ó Rose begged my boyfriend. ÒI canÕt
take anymore!Ó He hammered her mercilessly. Perhaps Polly had been
right to deny him, though sheÕd surely pay for it later, with pain across
her bottom instead of inside it.
ÒI want to cum but IÕm so hard I canÕt,Ó Louis said gleefully, each
word exploding separately from his mouth, like shells from a cannon. Rose
screamed, high-pitched. Louis growled like a lion and his buttcheeks
flexed tight. Somehow, just as with PollyÕs bottom, though I couldnÕt see
with my eyes yet I could sense all just by hearing. She was tight as a
kitten, too young to fuck, Rose was split wide and enduring, LouisÕ
buttcheeks contracted to tight little buns as he now spewed his sperm
into her backside. I was tight and loose at the same time, naturally tight
but trained to give way to the penis. Andre shouted and I knew his
beautiful white buns were squeezing themselves together, just as LouisÕ
were, for suddenly I felt a wet gushing come shooting up my fanny.
Within a few minutes all was done. Our teasing had climaxed. We
shuddered down from the heights of bliss to a sweat-sheened aftermath. I
reached for Polly and kissed her mouth, lifting it from her hands, as her
boyfriend withdrew himself from me.
ÒIt was good, Polly, it was really good, you should try it sometime,Ó
I said to her maliciously. She whimpered and tried to resist my kisses,
but was too awed by her circumstances to do so. She kept her bottom
poised, naughtily, I thought, as if to beg for what sheÕd just refused. Did
she want it or not? I could not tell. I donÕt think she knew. Rose stood
and brushed back her long hair, turned and kissed Louis. Andre kissed my
back, then my bottom, as I engaged Polly in a deep, feminine kiss, a kiss
between sisters, though we were just friends.
ÒLet us have some refreshments,Ó Rose said, parting at last from
Louis. ÒI can stay a little longer before I have to go meet some more
guests. SaturdayÕs a busy night, you know. But itÕs been wonderful
meeting you, Louis. You fuck like a monster. Somehow IÕll have to talk my
next guest out of taking me up my ass.Ó
ÒItÕs your ass, not mine,Ó Louis replied callously. I trembled. It was
that carefree callousness that attracted me to him, yet it left me sure IÕd
find myself by the roadside someday, abandoned, pregnant with his child,
while he went off to sow his seed elsewhere, a Johnny Appleseed of love.
HOW TO SURVIVE LAW SCHOOL
A RealistÕs Guide
(Part 1 of 2)
There are any number of books on Ôhow to survive law school.Õ
ThereÕs just one problem. Each one is at least 200 pages long. After all,
theyÕre put out by publishing companies, that publish books. WhatÕs the
point of a ÔbookÕ thatÕs seven pages long?
However, I found most of those books to be useless. TheyÕre usually
published by some very bright person who went to a top-drawer law
school. What you may need, unless youÕre reading this and are 16-years-
old, is a Ôcommon senseÕ approach to law school. A guide for the average
idiot. I shall attempt to provide that.
I have another goal in writing this. In my opinion, there arenÕt
enough perverts in law school. No wonder our legal system is so fucked
up. Forget negroes and women on the ÔHigh Court.Õ TheyÕre fine, but what I
want to see on the supreme court is fags, transvestites, (non-
NaziFeminist) lesbians, and at least several pedophiles. Plus a Mexican
dude who had to swim across the Rio Grande to get here, and later
managed to stay because Congress issued a general amnesty.
Now if youÕre a white, conservative, 20-something jarhead, please
donÕt read this. IÕd like to see you spend your life cleaning toilets for a
living. You can start with mine.
I have noticed a disturbing tendency in law school. These days, there
are more women than men. The men of this era all tend to be 20-
something conservative jarheads. They love the law. In fact, they love it
so much that they have no ÔproblemÕ with it. They basically think
everybody should salute the flag every morning and undress for our
wonderful police upon command. Loving the law, the 20-something
conservative males drop out of law school. Why should they have to learn
about future interests, or contracts, or exceptions to the hearsay rule,
they ask themselves? And so they drop out of law school. The ladies,
however, donÕt drop out. They love the law too, but they donÕt mind
memorizing all the little rules. Women seem to love rules, and if you give
them a whole list of them to memorize (and obey) they are in heaven.
In the future, if current trends continue, this is what America will
look like in 20 years (or less). A. All the judges will be women. B. All
the lawyers will be women. C. All the legislators, who are often lawyers
before they get elected, will be women. Now I have nothing against
women per se, but, as I said, women love rules. If you think this country
has too many laws now, wait Ôtill the whole place is run by women!
So letÕs get down to understanding the nature of law school so we
can avoid having a second revolutionary war, or a second civil war. (The
only option left if change cannot occur through Ôthe law.Õ) I have noticed
that the Military Book Club is selling tons of books these days on how to
become a sniper. ThatÕs well and good but, trust me guy, youÕll spend no
more time becoming a lawyer than a sniper. And, as a lawyer, you wonÕt
have to wait in the bushes to shoot at a judge or the president. You can BE
the judge or the president.
A woman once told me that she could never go to law school because
Ôgoing to law school costs at least $100,000 dollars.Õ This is complete
nonsense. There are many ÔunaccreditedÕ law schools and night-time law
schools that can turn you into a lawyer. They donÕt cost $100,000 to
attend. Let me ask you: what law school did the high-priced O.J. Simpson
lawyers attend? I doubt you can name a single law school that a single
one of those men graduated from. It really doesnÕt matter what school
they graduated from. What matters is that they DID graduate, from some
school, somewhere, and passed the bar in that state and became a lawyer.
So forget about needing lots of money. You donÕt.
Abraham Lincoln once wrote to a prospective law student: ÒIf you
wish to be a lawyer, attach no consequence to the place you are in, or the
person you are with; but get books, sit down anywhere, and go to reading
for yourself. That will make a lawyer of you quicker than any other way.
... Get the books, and read and study them till, you understand them in
their principal features; and that is the main thing.Ó (Lincoln, Speeches
and Writings, 1832-1858, The Library of America, pgs. 485, 364.)
I couldnÕt agree more with Abraham Lincoln. This is not medical
school, where you need a cadaver that you can cut up. Law school,
fundamentally, is about reading. You can go, right now, to any Ôlegal
bookstoreÕ in America and get the books youÕll need. DonÕt wait Ôtill you
start law school. For the Ôaverage idiot,Õ if you wait until youÕre formally
enrolled in law school, youÕve waited too long. One of two things will
happen: 1. YouÕll be at a ÔtopÕ law school and, being an average idiot, you
wonÕt be able to keep up. YouÕll be forced to drop out. or 2. YouÕll be at a
bottom law school, and theyÕll pass you through without ever forcing you
to actually learn the law. YouÕll (perhaps) get a diploma from them, but
youÕll be so ignorant of the law that you wonÕt be able to pass the bar
exam in your state (which is necessary to become a practising attorney).
Hence, let us start today by reading a primer on the law, which will orient
your mind to the law and to the nature of legal study.
First, you need a legal dictionary. And youÕll need a regular
dictionary too. (So weÕre up to three books now, that youÕll need.)
Hopefully you already have a regular dictionary, and any legal dictionary
that you see in a legal bookstore will do. I recommend, with these two
dictionaries close beside you, that you read the following as a primer on
legal study and the nature of law: ÒBrown on Personal Property.Ó This one
book will do more to orient your mind to law than any other. ItÕs not a
sexy book, but it is a fundamental text in that it deals with law in its
most basic form, from a legal perspective. It deals with the law of
personal property, which may well be all the property you own right now:
your car, some clothes, and your computer. All of that is personal
property. Brown wonÕt talk much about computers or cars, though. This is
a law book. HeÕll discuss traditional forms of personal property, such as
grain in a grain elevator, chattels, and choses in action.
Looking at this book, youÕll wonder, ÒHow can I read this?Ó Reading
it, you may say to yourself, ÒThis doesnÕt make any sense.Ó Hence, I
suggest the following: read it for 30 minutes each day. If you want to
proceed through it more rapidly, read it for 15 minutes every hour. If you
canÕt stand it, spend a day doing this: read one paragraph, then get up and
(briefly) do something else, then come back to the book and read another
paragraph, then take another (short) break, etc. LetÕs say you have to do
your laundry, and wash your dishes, and clean your house. Read one
paragraph in Brown as you do these chores. (i.e. read one paragraph, then
the next paragraph, etc.) By the end of the day youÕll have proceeded
through a number of paragraphs in Brown on Personal Property and youÕll
know more about the true nature of law than a person whoÕs spent 500
hours watching Court T.V. Most of law is not about Ôcatching criminals.Õ
ItÕs about the sort of thing youÕll be reading about in Brown on Personal
Property.
If you become an expert in Brown on Personal Property, donÕt think
youÕre all set to graduate from a law school. In law school, personal
property is given very short shrift. ItÕs expected that you can master
Brown (or some similar book) in the first three weeks of law school,
while simultaneously mastering seven other ÔimportantÕ subjects. But by
reading Brown on Personal Property you will go a long way toward
understanding the true nature of the law and of (proper) study in a real
law school.
(The Law of Personal Property, by Ray Andrews Brown, Callaghan &
Company, 6141 North Cicero Avenue, Chicago, IL 60646.)
(Continued Next Issue)
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