Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 252
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter Two
I wept with pleasure as I was filled and squeezed and even banged on
my bottom. Bev must have wished she were a man, the way she kept
humping my ass with her bereft pussy, having nothing to ÔdoÕ me with, and
me having nothing but buttflesh to reward her with. Somewhere very deep
within me Jack erupted in a spasm of cum. I felt my womb flood with him
and, at that moment, honestly wished IÕd get pregnant with his seed and
stay that way for the rest of my life, forever big-tummied, always
bearing more and more and more young, until I was as old and loose and fat
as Maria the maid.
ÒOooh, he DID her,Ó Polly announced when Jack and I finally
separated.
ÒYes, dear, but I TOLD you not to play with your pussy,Ó Rose told the
girl. She stood there bare-legged, wearing just her manacles, rubbing her
hand quite naturally and artlessly over her cunt. Her childÕs thighs were
parted in a wide stance, and her tummy heaved in and out as she watched
with fascination our bedroom play. I wanted to run up to her and put her
angel-like form in a crib and protect her from all she was seeing. And yet,
she looked so sweet, so innocent, just standing there masturbating
herself, that I finally decided I liked seeing her that way better, with her
new young tits wobbling on her chest, and her eyes like saucers. Rose had
to smack her bottom to get her to take away her hand but, the minute Rose
turned back to Louis and Andre, Polly was at it again, completely ignoring
RoseÕs injunction, as if sheÕd never been told it.
ÒCan I play too?Ó Polly asked us, still fondling herself.
ÒWell,Ó I grinned, looking at Bev. ÒI donÕt know that thereÕs much
left in this young stallion, big as he is.Ó Jack heaved a heavy sigh, still
flat on his back, but certainly less full in his testicles than heÕd been an
hour ago. Our dinner tray, its food completely uneaten, had fallen off our
bed and lay angled up against it.
ÒIÕm afraid itÕs time for bed,Ó Rose said. ÒBathtime, then bedtime,
for both of you.Ó Behind me I realized the sun was beginning to set. It
would be time for Branson soon. Could I bear it? I knew not what to do.
Louis desisted his rubbing, without cuming, and forced his rod brutally
back into his pants. He could not get his zipper up, but I doubted anyone in
the castle would care. He could have left his dick sticking out, probably,
but I imagined he did not want to show it to other men. At least not more
than was required. Men are funny. In a locker room, or a bedroom, they
strut about showing their stuff, but put them out in a hallway, or some
such, and up that zipper goes, depriving us girls of our favorite sight!
ÒIÕll fill the tub,Ó Bev offered, clambering off the bed. Her gait was
awkward as she went to the bathroom. I quickly followed. I had to GO, and
was determined that nothing would stop me from reaching the potty. I
scooted through the door behind her and plumped my bottom right down on
the toilet seat, not asking anyoneÕs permission.
ÒOh, you saved it up Ôtil we were done,Ó Bev smiled, turning on our
bathwater.
ÒNot by choice,Ó I replied. ÒI just got distracted soÕs that I didnÕt
notice.Ó
ÒAnd to think when I was your age I was still sitting alone in my
room collecting Beatles photos,Ó Bev sighed. ÒAnd Lennon was dead
already, of course, with no hope of the band reuniting. Oh well, showÕs you
what the music of the 80Õs was like.Ó Her bosoms bobbled on her chest as
she stooped down to check the water temperature. Then she made a trip to
the towel closet to fetch some bath soap and bubble bath.
ÒIt was terrible music, or so IÕve heard,Ó I commented to Bev, still
peeing out my stream of golden urine. ÒI was too young to know.Ó
ÒYou didnÕt miss anything,Ó Bev replied. ÒCobain had to shoot
himself to get music in really high gear. Too bad. Eleven million dollars,
any girl he wanted, and he wasnÕt happy. He was a pipsqueak, though,
physically. His penis wonÕt be missed, I imagine, just his scruffy good
looks, his insanity, and his voice.Ó
ÒI like Bush,Ó I told her.
ÒNo you donÕt, youÕre just making a joke Ôcause of the name,Ó Bev
replied.
ÒWell, the Butthole Surfers then,Ó I smiled at her. ÒOr is it Penis? I
mean, Primus?Ó
ÒHow about Porno...for Pyros?Ó Bev asked. She advanced across the
floor toward me.
ÒBelly!Ó I replied, slapping my own, wondering if Jack would indeed
be found to have filled it up. I wasnÕt sure IÕd taken any pills lately.
ÒHOle!Ó Bev screamed, and she bent low and stuck her finger in mine.
It was still all stretchy, from JackÕs massive erection being pumped in
and out of it. I retaliated, putting my own finger up hers.
ÒGirls, thereÕs really plenty of cock to go around here,Ó Rose intoned,
and we both looked up, shocked, to see her standing in the doorway,
looking at us.
ÒSorry,Ó I breathed.
ÒMe too,Ó Bev answered.
ÒOh, I do NOT want to be whipped, and I especially donÕt want to have
to take a baaaath!Ó Polly, making a handful of herself, bleated and whined
as Louis and Andre escorted her into the bathroom. Jack followed, a bit
sheepishly, I think, being all naked with the other two men dressed up in
suits. He ambled past them, his buttcheeks naked and exposed, his cock
dangling down and his balls swaying quite loosely and emptily. I got up
from the toilet, flushed it, and he took my place, peeing into it without
noticing to raise the seat, as men so often do.
ÒJack! Please put up the seat!Ó Rose corrected him. She advanced to
him and slapped his ass, which only made his pee stream miss entirely,
and decorate the wallpaper.
ÒI think IÕve got cunt juice all in my prick hair,Ó Jack commented,
ignoring RoseÕs admonition entirely. Men are sometimes within their own
world, and a female slap, even one on their ass that wangles their dick
around, only gives them the pleasure they think they deserve whenever
they want it.
ÒJack! Stop peeing and lift the seat!Ó Rose admonished. She hit him
again. For an answer, Jack turned around and began peeing on Rose.
ÒJack! How dare-Ó Rose exclaimed. But as his pee hit her, Jack
organ elongated to its full size and bloated up with its full girth suddenly
restored. Looking at it, Rose felt herself dazzled. Before heÕd even
stopped peeing, Rose bent and put her mouth to his cock. She did not cover
his peehole with her mouth, but bit lightly into the shaft of his cock as he,
for his part, kept on wetting her down. As soon as he was done Rose
slurped at his slit and kissed him. Bev, watching, laughed, for Rose was
not one to go without, and for her to submit herself to BevÕs boyfriend in
such a whore-ish way was truly unbelievable. But then, so was Jack.
(Though, thinking about it, Louis and Andre were not far behind him, Louis
especially. But he was the biggest, like Tarzan, lord of the jungle, reining
over all the other apes.)
Rose knelt in her peestained gown before Jack and begged him to
sperm her face. They had not met before, I guessed, at least not in this
intimate way. Jack, for his part, urged his loins into his face and made a
frank effort to cum. He didnÕt mind. He was on his fourth go-round and
was happy to spurt on command now. Rose clasped his rod and ran her
hands up and down it like a madwoman. She clung to his balls and made
milking motions, urging him to spew out his spunk. Jack, though erect,
was in no hurry. HeÕd been satiated on me and Bev, and was happy to let
his cum come when it came. Rose seemed to value this, somehow, and
tried every second to submit herself ever more ignominiously to him. It
was as if she relished this sudden break from her regal, polished self,
being now just a cheap slut on the bathroom floor, in a peestained gown.
VIDEO REVIEWS
by holy joe
Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity, $14.95. VHS, Color, 80 minutes.
Amazing Fantasy Entertainment, 3061 Fletcher Drive, Los Angeles, CA
90065. Item Number: 1003.
Review: Let me put it to you bluntly. If you have money, and you
produce crap, somebody else is going to wind up with your money.
Recently I have been doing research in the ÒGirlieÓ section of
SunCoast Video. There are a lot of videos stocked in the girlie section,
from lots of different manufacturers. ThereÕs no Ôhard coreÕ porn. (ThatÕs
at Virgin Megastores and Tower Video, if youÕre interested.) ThereÕs no
Penthouse videos. (Those are at Virgin Megastores and Tower Video.)
However, everything under the label of Ôsoft coreÕ porn is at SunCoast
Video. And, basically, itÕs all crap. Perhaps the Playboy videos might
escape the ÔcrapÕ label, but IÕve bought enough crappy Playboy videos over
the years to put them, essentially, in the ÔcrapÕ category too.
Dollar for dollar, it may be that Penthouse videos are the best you
can buy. I havenÕt done much research on Penthouse videos, but they do
seem to make an effort to please the viewer. ÔHard coreÕ pornography,
which IÕve not seen much of, mostly seems to be crap, as far as I can tell.
So there is an opening here, for somebody who wants to make some
money in the ÔgirlieÕ video business.
Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity is, presumably, designed to be a
girlie video. I assume the producers of this film did not produce it in
order to lose money. Whatever their reasons for making the film,
SunCoast Video stocks it in the ÔgirlieÕ section of their store. There was a
big label on the video which read, ÒMUST BE 18 YEARS OF AGE TO
PURCHASE I.D. REQUIREDÓ
It is possible that the producers of Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity
thought they were making a video about the wonders of Science for the
benefit and education of our precious children. But, unfortunately, none of
our precious children can buy this video. Only I can buy this video. And I
bought it to jack off.
ItÕs tough to jack off to a video when youÕre watching it in fast
forward. But, when thereÕs nothing good on the video, what can you do?
IÕm not going to spend 80 fucking minutes watching it in regular speed.
A number of girlie videos these days are shot on shitty tape, or at a
shitty tape speed. At least, in the case of this video, I can report that
they shot it on film and manufactured it in a quality manner. ThereÕs just
nothing good happening in this video, thatÕs all.
If you go to the video store, here is what you will see. On the back
of this box, there is a very luscious babe. Her hands are bound above her
and there is a big chain around her neck. Naturally, if youÕre like me,
youÕll think, ÒWow! This has GOT to be good! Cute girl, bondage. There
must be $14.95 worth of entertainment on this tape!Ó
There isnÕt. Now, let me make something clear. IÕm not looking for
Ôhard coreÕ pornography. I DONÕT want to see some shitty dude take out his
big fat penis and fuck the girl. ThatÕs not really what IÕm interested in.
So IÕm not reviewing this tape, thinking, ÒToo bad she didnÕt get fucked.Ó I
could basically care less if she gets fucked. IÕd prefer if there were no
men AT ALL in the film. And, frankly, if thereÕs a bunch of shitty lesbian
broads bonking each other with dildoes, that can be a pretty crappy video
too.
So let us, once again, count up this movieÕs positive points: 1. The
movie was actually shot on film. 2. It actually has some good-looking
females in it. 3. It was reproduced on quality video tape.
And, letÕs remember: 1. It is stocked in the ÔgirlieÕ section. 2.
Nobody under 18 is allowed to buy it.
Given the above, you would think the producers of this film would
decide to make a film that makes the viewer happy, and makes a profit for
themselves. Instead, the girls in this film are almost never nude. They do
almost nothing that is interesting. There is a brief scene in which they
are bound in chains, but the scene is not interesting. (It may even have
been Ôcampy,Õ played for laughs, but IÕm not sure because I watched this
whole film in fast forward.) Basically, this film amounts to an
unimaginative, low budget ripoff of the 1960Õs sexploitational film,
ÒWhen Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth.Ó Except, in this film, there are no
dinosaurs.
Despite being a low budget film, this movie cost a considerable
amount of money to make. YouÕd think the producers would want to recoup
their investment. HereÕs how to do it, guys:
1. The girls have to be naked. I can go to the beach and watch girls
in bikinis. Have them take their bikinis OFF. (And *show* them taking
their bikinis off. I like watching girls undressing.)
2. The girls should do fun things. What do I mean by fun things?
HereÕs some ideas:
A- Have the girls, in the nude, enjoy a wienie roast and a
marshmallow roast. Have them eat the wienies and the roasted
marshmallows with their fingers. Have them feed the wienies and roasted
marshmallows to each other. Make them slowly get messy as theyÕre
eating.
B- Messy girls need to take a bath. Have them fill a tub (show it),
add Mr. Bubble, and take a bath together. Have them wash each other. Have
them blow bubbles while theyÕre in the bath with a bubble-blower wand.
Make them play with a rubber duckie and other toys in the bath.
C- Naughty girls stay in the bathtub too long. Have another girl,
whoÕs a little older, warn the girls that if they play in the tub too long
sheÕll whip their heinies with a riding crop.
D- Whip the girls, while they are still in the bath, with a riding
crop. (You donÕt need to do it too hard or anything. ItÕs the concept thatÕs
important, not how hard it is.)
E- Time for bed! Now the naughty girls are forgiven by their
mistress. She dries their tears and dresses them in pajamas. What kind
of pajamas? Well, howÕs this? The girls are topless, but they wear
trouser-pajamas that have a flap in back. (Naturally, their flaps pop open,
revealing their nude bottoms.) Mistress reads the girls a story and tucks
them in.
F- With mistress gone, the girls get up and blame each other for
staying too long in the bathtub. Next thing you know, theyÕre having a
pillow fight. Feathers fly everywhere! Soon, the girls even have feathers
stuck in their ass cracks. Oh, yes. Another part of the pillow fight is that
they yank each otherÕs pajama pants down.
G- After a good nightÕs sleep, the girls awaken. What next? Most
anything is possible. They might play out in the front yard with a hose,
causing various nerdy drivers to crash their automobiles. They might be
taken to jail and strip-searched for causing all those motorists to crash.
Or they might enjoy a quiet day playing out back, in a baby pool.
H- Or, the girls might go river rafting. Admittedly, a river ride
costs more to produce than a quiet sit in a backyard baby pool. However, a
river ride has only one purpose: to allow the pervert (thatÕs me) to see the
breasts of the girls bounce up and down as the girls go bouncing down the
river. Remember to have the girls ride the river topless, okay? DonÕt be
stupid, like Playboy, and leave their tops on as they go shooting over those
rapids. I want to see their boobs bounce up and down and up and down
and... (well, you get the idea.) And they should look kinda scared as they
bounce up and down, topless, over those rapids.
I- Chores! ThereÕs nothing like seeing females forced to exert
themselves. Naturally they should be very scantily clad, or naked, as
theyÕre doing their chores. Collecting firewood, or cleaning the fireplace,
most anything is possible.
J- Horses! Again, the main reason to put a girl on a horse is so the
viewer can watch her naked boobs bounce up and down.
K- The playground! In the 90Õs, this is an excellent place to film a
bunch of girls Ôscrewing around.Õ They can push each other on swings,
slide down slides, bury each otherÕs body parts in a sand box, etc.
L- Fighting! ItÕs always fun to watch girls wrestle in jello, mud,
oil, etc. Remember these points, however:
a. The girls have GOT to be cute. Nobody cares about ugly lesbian
bitches fighting.
b. The main point of the fight is to watch the girls rip each otherÕs
clothes off, put shit in each otherÕs clothes, and get each other all messy.
I *do not* want to see them tearing out each otherÕs hair. I *do* want to
see them smearing mud in each otherÕs (previously clean and pretty) hair.
Now, none of the things IÕve listed above are Ôhard coreÕ pornography.
ItÕs basically just cute girls, with very little clothing, doing cute girl-
type things. Senator Hatch and the feminists might not like your video,
but their agenda is to put you COMPLETELY out of business. They donÕt
want you to produce any videos for me to watch, EVER. So fuck them.
Trying to please them is like trying to please the Ayatollah Khomeini.
Hopefully we will have no more wastes of time, effort, girls, and
money like Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity. All I can say about this video
is: ÒDonÕt buy it. ItÕs crap.Ó Joe Bob Briggs will probably love it, but then
he publishes a newsletter called ÒWe are the Weird,Ó so donÕt consider his
adulation to be the final word on whether youÕve made a good movie or not.
And, especially, as far as my wallet is concerned, donÕt take his opinion as
the final one on whether youÕll *make any money* on your film.
That is the point, right? If you donÕt make any money, pretty soon
youÕre out of business. Then you canÕt even make any videos, no matter
how many great ideas you might have.
AND IN THE END...
ÒAny woman over 12 who doesnÕt have 49 inch breasts should not
be in Los Angeles.Ó
- Joan Rivers
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