Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 241
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Rose crossed over to me, avoiding the hapless Polly. Lightly she
took my hand and helped me up off the pole. I put my hand to my pussy and
tried to wipe off some cream. It was hopeless. The stuff was all over my
crotch, the underside of my bottom. I hoped my nightie would keep me
modest, but it hardly could. It was too short and the audience, sitting
close, had a beaverÕs eye view from down below, looking up to the stage
and straight between my legs. Mirrors hung above us gave them a view of
PollyÕs misfortune. She sobbed as she realized how silly she looked. She
was the loser, and she didnÕt like it at all. Little kids always hate losing
at games. But they usually do, anyway.
I felt a mudball land right between my legs. In shock, I looked down
at myself. It looked like I had a turd clinging to me between my thighs. I
realized the mud had been thrown by Polly.
ÒHey! You canÕt throw mud at me! IÕm the winner!Ó I shouted.
She giggled. ÒI can too,Ó she insisted. ÒWatch!Ó She threw another
mudball, and it hit me right on my tummy.
ÒRose!Ó I cried. Polly was ruining my appearance. IÕd be as messy as
she if she didnÕt quit. But instead of helping me, Rose slapped my bare
bottom.
ÒYouÕre entitled to the winnerÕs spanking!Ó she grinned. David had
followed her across and he was fondling her from behind again. I think it
had addled her mind. Suddenly he pinched her, right between her legs.
ÒOooh!Ó Rose cried. She turned serious, not wanting to be humiliated
like that in front of everybody. ÒPlease, David, donÕt!Ó But he pinched her
again, harder, just as another mudball grazed my pretty coiffured hair.
ÒOh, thatÕs IT!Ó I screamed in frustration. ÒNow we really will have
a fight, Polly!Ó I stomped toward her, sending, I think, a little shiver of
fear down her spine. She was smaller than me, after all, and a whole inch
shorter. I figured I could step into the mud pit, bend down, and neatly
grind her head right into the pillows before she could retaliate. Then IÕd
escape from the stage, and be done with this nonsense.
Behind me, David made Rose sit down on the pole. He forbade her
tucking her skirt under her, which she tried to do, but which proved too
short in any event. But I had no time to worry about the loss of our
referee. I knew I could take on Polly and quickly avenge myself, then
perhaps quit this whole place entirely, leaving her and Rose to figure out
how to escape the ever-randier crowd.
With a cautious step I entered the mud pit. Polly cowered before me,
sinking into the mud, mouthing words of repentance, softly, as if afraid to
even raise her voice before me. Just as I tried to get my balance on the
pillows, so as to bend forward and seize her, she leapt at me like a cat
catching a parrot.
ÒPolly!Ó I cried, but realized too late her fear had been faked, to fool
me. She yanked on my nightie, hard, catching the hem where it tried to
keep my pussy from showing and dirtying it with her hands. My nightie
pulled taught. Only one of my straps was on my shoulder. The other was
constantly falling off. Polly yanked again. Somehow my remaining strap
held. Desisting, she grabbed up a handfull of mud.
ÒHere, you have to go to the bathroom!Ó Polly announced. She took
the big clump of mud in her hands and and jammed it right up between my
thighs, reaching back to stick it within my ass.
ÒPolleee!Ó I shrieked. As she worked the mud into my heinie I felt
myself lose my balance. I crashed down into the mud. She squealed with
happiness and, taking more mud in her hands, opened the front of my
nightie and dumped mud into it, smooshing it all over my breasts.
We were both messy now. But her hair was still golden, and I saw a
chance to wreck it for her.
ÒNo! Not my hair!Ó Polly cried. I grabbed her closest pigtail and,
scooping up some mud for her, I smashed it right into her lovely blonde
locks. I rubbed the mud all over her hair so she would, truly, be a dirty
blonde.
ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Polly wept. IÕd gotten the better of her now. But not
for long. She overcame her grief very quickly, and picked up mud and
smooshed it right into my face.
ÒNo, Polly!Ó I yelled, but in opening my mouth I found myself actually
eating the mud which now covered us.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I heard. Polly and I both ceased our
fighting and looked up. There, on the pole, was Rose. She had leaned
forward until her belly was pressed to the pole as well as her face, her
bosoms crushed and squeezed out on either side of it. She held on tight as
David, standing behind her, gave her an impromptu licking on her bottom
with his belt. Her lovely hair had cream in it. There was cream on her
face. She burst into tears as David gave her a particularly nasty blow
with his belt. Yet, clamping the pole with her thighs, I saw that she was
wiggling to and fro upon it, rubbing her clit into its sensuous slickness.
The audience applauded wildly. I thought I heard people disrobing
out beyond the floodlights. David ceased beating Rose. She sobbed a
little, then quietened. Awkwardly she stood up from the pole, her whole
front messed with cream. She straightened her shiny dress. It was caked
with cream, just like her bare bosoms. There was less on her face. She
tried to wipe it off. Then, still sniffling a little from her spanking, she
walked over to Polly and I in the mud pit.
Rose tugged at the neckerchief round her neck and straightened it.
Wiping a tear from her eye, pushing back a loose strand of hair from her
face, she lifted her chin. Her eyes took on their imperious gaze once more.
Her tits were bare and smeared with cream, her nipples poked through the
stuff like cherries topping ice cream, but her face was serene, composed.
Goddess-like. Helen after being raped by Paris.
SPAM UPDATE!
Alas, the ÒChristiansÓ have continued to spam me. One might say of
them, ÒThey have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the
way of Balamm...Ó - 2 Peter 2:15.
For, indeed, was it not Jesus himself who instructed us, ÒDo not
judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be
condemned.Ó - Luke 6:37.
However, they have nonetheless continued to spam me and, so,
following again the words of Jesus, who said, ÒIf someone forces you to
go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do
not turn away...Ó - Matthew 5:41-42.
I hereby present...
THE FIRST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
Jesus looked around the kitchen. The shadows were lengthening in
this room, with the stove sitting quietly in one corner and the refrigerator
humming contentedly beside the stove. Both were white. There was a
drawing by Polly posted on the refrigerator. It was of a heart, with an
arrow piercing it.
ÒI drew that!Ó Polly said to Jesus. She took hold of the refrigerator
doorÕs handle and yanked it open. Jesus felt a wafting of cool air.
ÒMmmm, chocolate milk. LetÕs have some of that too!Ó Polly said. She
reached into the refrigerator with both hands and pulled out a gallon-sized
carton of milk. Jesus could hear the milk sloshing inside the carton; it
sounded about half full. He looked at PollyÕs smile and guessed she
intended to drain it.
Polly put the gallon, which was really only half a gallon, of milk on a
section of kitchen countertop that came between the stove and the
refrigerator. It was just wide enough for the carton to fit on it, leaving
room for a glass or two to join it. Polly walked past the stove to the
section of counter where the cups could be found. Glancing over at Jesus,
she put both her palms up on the counter. She hoisted herself up onto it,
much as a 5-year-old looking for cookie jar cookies might.
ÒI canÕt reach the freezer,Ó Polly said. ÒWanna get out the ice cream
for me?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. He pulled open the freezer. But he watched
PollyÕs bottom at the same time, telling himself he was looking at it, at
her, to grab her in case she started to fall. Once again PollyÕs exertions
caused her too-short shorts to rise high on her ass, showing her white
skin beneath. Jesus realized she must not be wearing any panties under
her shorts. It caused his erection, already dangerously visible, to pop out
more in the crotch of his pants. ÔOh well,Õ he told himself. ÔItÕs warm and
not sexy, I donÕt think, for a little girl in a hurry to play hopscotch to just
yank on some soft shorts and skip putting on panties.Õ But the fact that
Polly was without panties enflamed his lust all the same. He watched her
bottom wiggling as she reached up and opened the cabinet that hung above
the counter.
ÒThis is my favorite cup!Ó Polly told Jesus. She took a small plastic
cup out of the cabinet. It had a rather worn picture of Tweety-Bird on it.
ÒTweety reminds me of my parakeet,Ó Polly confided. Then she put the cup
back. ÒBut I want a BIG ice cream sundae, and a float too, so I need a big
bowl and a big cup.Ó
ÒDonÕt forget the milk,Ó Jesus said.
ÒOh yeah, that too!Ó Polly said. She giggled. ÒMy brotherÕs going to
be weally hungry today, even though he isnÕt going to get any!Ó
Jesus put the ice cream heÕd found in the freezer on the countertop
next to the milk. Polly took four glasses and two bowls down from the
cabinet and, placing them on the counter, she jumped back down to the
floor.
ÒWanna bake cookies too?Ó Polly asked Jesus.
ÒUh, I think weÕve probably got enough,Ó Jesus said.
ÒMy mom wonÕt be home Ôtill seven, since dadÕs gone with her,Ó Polly
said. ÒThat should leave us plenty of time to enjoy our ice cream.Ó She
smiled. ÒHopefully my brother wonÕt come home. He likes visiting his
girlfriend.Ó
Jesus opened the container of ice cream. It was a 3-in-1 box,
containing chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.
ÒWanna make our ice creams in the nude?Ó Polly asked.
ÒHuh?Ó Jesus asked. HeÕd almost forgotten little Polly, looking at
the ice cream. For a minute he was just at some friendÕs house,
scrounging a meal. Now, suddenly, he remembered that he was a guest of
little Polly.
Polly took hold of the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up. ÒLetÕs take
our clothes off, and make our sundaes naked, and eat them that way too!Ó
Polly suggested. Before Jesus could stop her, PollyÕs head had disappeared
inside her shirt and he found himself staring at her bare tits. They were
twin little mounds, with cute, fleshy, mosquito-bitten nipples, it seemed,
puffing up from them. Twin cherries, and Jesus saw the nipple-like stems
of each generous teat were hard.
PollyÕs head popped out of her shirt. She grinned at Jesus. ÒI never
got to eat ice cream naked before, but I caught my brother doing it once
with his girlfriend!Ó Polly said.
ÒWell, IÕm not sure we--Ó Jesus began. HeÕd enjoyed admiring
PollyÕs body, but it had nonetheless been a sort of Platonic admiration.
Despite his fantasies, heÕd never really expected to see her naked. Yet
now here she was, standing right in front of him, with her boobies on
display, and a big smile on her face. Unabashedly she tossed her shirt on
the floor and stuck her fingers into the waistband of her shorts.
Before Jesus could stop Polly, she pulled down her pants. He found
himself looking straight at her hairless pussy. Polly, perhaps thinking
that she was, in fact, undressing for her bath, suddenly blushed as she saw
Jesus looking at her private. Yet she managed to get her shorts shoved
down to her ankles, and she stepped out of the tangle of cloth at her feet
as if it were simply an annoyance to be discarded. She had been wearing
flip-flops outside. Those were parked at the front door, leaving her feet
bare.
Polly reached up behind her head and undid the elastic band that held
her pony tail. Nothing, apparently, was to be left on when Polly decided to
get naked. She pulled off the band and her hair spread over her shoulders
and back in a golden sheen. She gave it a toss, then dropped the band onto
her pants on the floor.
ÒWell?Ó Polly asked Jesus. She put her hands on her hips. ÒArenÕt
you going to get naked?Ó
ÒUh, okay,Ó Jesus replied. He pulled at his t-shirt. Polly, though,
had a more direct interest. She walked up to him and took hold of his
pants zipper.
ZIP! Jesus heard his zipper go down as he struggled to get off his
shirt. He lifted weights sometimes, when he was tired of reading the
Talmud, and lately heÕd started to actually develop some muscles. He
needed a new t-shirt. This one, his favorite, had suddenly become rather
tight.
The tightness in his crotch, however, was about to be relieved. He
felt PollyÕs little fingers dig within his opened zipper. The pressure of
her grasping digits against his turgid cock almost made him cum. He drew
in a deep breath, prayed; tried desperately to control himself. He wanted
to reach down and bat PollyÕs fingers away, but he was trying to get his
shirt off and heÕd never had a female actually go for his cock before. It
seemed wonderful, and he was glad it was little Polly, because sheÕd never
got hold of any guyÕs cock before, just as heÕd never seen a real live girlÕs
slit until just a moment ago, when sheÕd lustily lowered her shorts.
ÒEEEEK!Ó Polly screamed. Suddenly JesusÕ dick popped out into
PollyÕs hands. Like some unsheathed banana it lurched out and
overwhelmed her little fingers, the crown of it actually banging against
her nose.
Polly straightened up, but she was so short that JesusÕ cock
extended to just under her chin. She lifted a finger and touched it. Jesus
felt a thrill of desire course through his big thing.
JesusÕ dick wiggled. It looked like some big baton sticking out of his
zipper. Polly eyed it with a fascinated sort of desire, both afraid of it and
awed by it.
ÒYours is bigger than my brothersÕ,Ó Polly confided to Jesus.
ÒUm, thanks,Ó Jesus said.
ÒDo you have hairy nuts hanging underneath yours?Ó Polly asked. Her
eyes were wide, yet she had a curious look on her face, like an explorer
parting the jungles of deepest Africa to reveal its secrets at last. Jesus
looked down at his pubic hair, sticking bushily out of his fly, with his cock
jutting nakedly out like some elephant tusk.
ÒYeah, all guys do,Ó Jesus said.
ÒAre they like coconuts?Ó Polly asked.
ÒLike what?Ó Jesus said.
ÒYou know, do they have milk inside?Ó Polly asked.
ÒWell, uh, yeah, if I get excited enough,Ó Jesus said.
ÒWell donÕt shoot any of it on me,Ó Polly said.
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus replied.
ÒTake off your pants, silly. IÕm hungry,Ó Polly told Jesus.
ÒSure, whatever you say,Ó Jesus answered. He reached down to his
waist, having gotten his shirt off, and undid his belt.
ÒYouÕll do anything for ice cream,Ó Polly told him, watching as Jesus
pulled down his pants.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Jesus answered.
Jesus got off his jeans and pulled down his undershorts at the same
time. HeÕd been wearing flip-flops, like Polly, and his were parked at the
front door beside hers. In a moment he was completely bare, as naked as
Polly. He wasnÕt as deeply tanned as she but there was a white patch of
skin across his loins, where he sometimes wore his swimsuit, and his ass
was white too. Polly was the same, except that her breast lumps were
white too. He realized she must have already graduated from one-piece
swimsuits to bikinis, for her tummy was tanned, but guessed they must be
little girl bikinis.
ÒNow letÕs have our ice cream,Ó Polly announced to Jesus. ÒIÕll get
the scooper. You can scoop it, though, Ôcause itÕs hard and I have trouble.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus agreed. Polly opened the silverwear drawer and
brought the scooper to Jesus. She eyed his balls, hanging between his
hairy legs. Playfully she thrust the scooper at his balls, managed to cup
them.
ÒHey!Ó Jesus said. Polly pressed the scoop mechanism on the
scooper and Jesus felt his pubic hair on his testicles about to be caught
within the scooping mechanism.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Jesus begged. He managed to get his heavy balls out of
PollyÕs scooper. The girl giggled. ÒLie down and letÕs scoop ice cream on
your dick,Ó Polly suggested.
ÒWell, I--Ó Jesus stammered.
ÒIÕll get a soft towel for you to lie on,Ó Polly assured him. ÒWait
right here. And scoop up some balls of ice cream for me, so I donÕt have to
use my fingers to dig the ice cream out of the box. Mom always gets mad
at me when I eat it like that.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jesus said. His mind was in a whirl. His cock was rigid and
heÕd never gotten to show it to a real female before, just the females in
the magazines. It was quite amazing to have little PollyÕs eyes respond to
every movement of his stiff, waggling cock. Whenever he coughed, or
spoke, or shifted his hips, his dick would respond, down between his legs,
jaggling about like some IndianÕs spear. Yet he felt good. It was nice to
be admired, for a change, instead of always being the guilt-ridden admirer.
He hoped he wouldnÕt spill his jism onto PollyÕs floor.
Polly trooped out of the kitchen and Jesus, obeying her, scooped up a
half dozen big balls of ice cream. He plopped them into the two bowls
Polly had gotten. Hopefully the girl would be satisfied to just eat the ice
cream out of the bowls, and forget about decorating his loins with them.
He reached into the refrigerator. He wanted some chocolate syrup, if they
had any. Yes, here was some, and he spied a glass jar of butterscotch
syrup too. He looked for cherries but he didnÕt see any. Perhaps her
brother had already eaten them. Oh, well. Little Polly was herself cherry,
he didnÕt want to be greedy.
Jesus saw someone had cut up fresh strawberries and placed them in
a bowl with cellophane over them, as if for dessert, after dinner. Well, he
wondered, they wouldnÕt miss a berry or two, would they? He pulled out
the bowl. He got the cellophane off. Scrounging for snacks at PollyÕs was
better than at some of his other friendsÕ. His other friends often
controlled the food, portioning it out to him, but little Polly seemed to put
him in charge. If anything, heÕd have to control her appetites, instead of
the other way round. HeÕd already had to talk her out of baking him
cookies.
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