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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 279
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Five
...The men pulled down their swimtrunks. IÕm sure they were glad to
be relieved of them. Their cocks sprang up like soldiers rising to stiff
attention. I wondered if theyÕd be able to muster such fine erections a
few hours from now. In the morning I was sure theyÕd find their
swimsuits in the parlor and pull them on wondering how they could ever
have found them so confining. But for now, brimming with passion, they
were eager as beavers to be rid of the infernal little suits. Their cocks
glistened with pre-cum and they wanted to stroke themselves to relieve
their passion a little but Rose forbid it. They would have something to put
their penises into soon enough. We girls untied our tops and bottoms. We
couldnÕt help looking at each other and comparing ourselves as our tits and
hineys and respective bushes came into view.
ÒYours is nice and thick,Ó Dawn said to Gwen frankly, admiring her
thatch of pussy hair.
ÒThanks,Ó Gwen smiled. It was silly, comparing bushes, but we did
it anyway. Mine was fleecy. PollyÕs was fleecier still. She would have
been hairless a year ago, too young to play with us. Now she could proudly
show off some hair at least, enough to get her invited. She took hold of
Louis and AndreÕs cocks with a greedy gleam in her eyes.
ÒDonÕt play with yourselves, men!Ó Polly told my boyfriend and
Andre. But they hadnÕt tried to. She was simply pretending they had, so
she could hold their cocks Òfor safekeeping,Ó as she put it. They did not
mind, although I was not especially fond of seeing her lead my boyfriend
around by the penis!
ÒTime to play,Ó Rose said. Her eyes were bright. She ushered us
from the room. I was the last to leave. It was my job to keep an eye on
everyoneÕs bottom and make sure they did just as Rose said. As I left the
parlor I turned to see Maria entering it. How strange it looked to see our
swimsuits discarded like forgotten party souvenirs upon the floor. She
began straightening the pillows on the couches. She picked up GwenÕs
panties and laid them neatly on the couch.
I turned and gazed at the partiers. Slowly they were trooping up the
long wooden staircase that led upstairs, Rose leading the way. Gwen, who
worked as an attorney, followed behind her, her ass swinging freely,
leading Phil by the hand, for Rose had insisted as we left the parlor that
we each find a new friend to play with. I walked holding DawnÕs hand, for
she seemed a little frightened. I think she relied on her Phil to tell her
what to do and now he was gone, up ahead with a woman older than he,
while Bill walked along beside Jill, he and John intending to fuck her
together, and telling her so.
ÒWeÕll go up to the tower,Ó Rose said. She led us through the
upstairs hallway to the very end of it. There, having moved crossways
through the house, not toward the back, she opened a door. We stepped
through it carefully. There were newly woven spiderwebs inside the door
and the floor changed from polished wood to hard stone. Our heels clicked
on the stone and echoed up within the tower. The men, barefoot, found the
stone floor to be cold.
Rose led us up a broad circular stairway within the tower. It was
wide, as if whole squads had once had to march up and down it to defend
the clifftop from invasion, changing shifts through the night and into the
day, never relenting in their service to their Queen. I didnÕt know much
Argentinean history, but I imagined that Queen Elizabeth, or somebody, had
once relied on her soldiers to defend this corner of the British empire,
lest all be lost. And, I hoped, her soldiers had performed as faithfully as
the men amongst us now promised to perform. With wiggling cocks and
quickened breathing they guided us up the stone stairs behind Rose. John
slipped away from Jill and came back to close the door to the tower and
see that Dawn and I werenÕt left behind. I gazed at his erection.
ÒYouÕre certainly ready,Ó I laughed. His cock was dripping pre-cum.
He was as hard as the stone floor we were walking on.
ÒMay I have you first?Ó he asked, his voice gallant.
ÒAlright,Ó I replied. ÒBut I must see to the others first. YouÕll have
to wait.Ó
ÒI donÕt mind,Ó he replied, admiring me. I blushed. Dawn peeked
around me at his erection as he walked opposite her, his hand on my
bottom.
ÒHe has a nice one, donÕt you think?Ó I asked her.
ÒYes,Ó she replied quietly, her lips seeming to catch the ÒyesÓ even
as she spoke it, as if she werenÕt sure she should admit such a thing.
Holding her hand, I squeezed it to reassure her. ÒItÕs okay, you can look at
menÕs dicks here without the slightest embarrassment. DonÕt deny
yourself. I intend to make sure that when they come back downstairs
theyÕre limp as wet washing, with every drop of their sperm spent inside
us.Ó
ÒOh, youÕre naughty to say such a thing,Ó Dawn replied, but she kept
peeking past me at JohnÕs cock. He proudly displayed himself. He was
cock of our walk, at least, with the other men no less boldly displaying
themselves to the girls in front of us. We walked up the steps without
complaint. I think, given how many there were, we might have been
huffing and puffing, under normal conditions. But before we knew it,
watching each other and making our plans, we were at the top of the
tower.
ÒOhh, what a view!Ó Gwen said. She rushed up to a window and stood
on tip-toe and looked out. We stood within a huge room, with couches at
one end and two big beds at the other. There could be no doubt of our
purpose here. Between the couches stood a coffee table with a vase on it.
Colored condoms sprouted from it, not flowers, while a collection of
squirt bottles sitting beside it, labelled ÔKY,Õ waited to be put to use.
Nevertheless, despite our ardor, we ran to the windows and gazed at the
sea and the countryside below.
The windows were high and small. Perhaps maidens had been
confined here once, and their captors feared they might jump, or let down
their hair. No one could get through these little windows, however. We
had to take turns and share the view as best we could. The shorter girls
had to be lifted up by the men so they could see out. We were all buck
naked, the menÕs cocks hard, our pussies hungry, but we took a moment to
gaze down at the sights below.
ÒThis is the last usable tower,Ó Rose said. ÒThe others are propped
up to keep them from falling over onto my house, but theyÕre unsafe to
play in. Here, thanks to some refurbishment my uncle did years ago, we
can enjoy ourselves. But first you men must try out the bathroom,Ó Rose
laughed. To my surprise she led them over to a small round hole into the
wall of the tower. It was waist high. It let daylight through. A space had
been carved from the wall so that a man could stand within it and put his
penis into the hole in the stone and actually feel it make contact with the
open air outside. I guessed the stone where the compartment had been cut
was no more than half an inch thick.
ÒThe guards got tired of trudging up and down the steps to pee,Ó
Rose said. ÒAnd men are not much for emptying chamberpots. So they cut
this little place from the wall, and drilled a hole through it, so a man
could relieve himself without going downstairs. Would you like to try it,
men?Ó she asked. We all laughed as, one by one, each of the men went up
to the hole and stuck his penis through it and peed. ÒWatch out, the
pigeons sometimes think theyÕre seeing a worm!Ó Rose warned. Phil, the
first to try his luck with the hole, wanted to back out when he heard
RoseÕs warning, but I was quick with my crop and whacked him hard and
made him stand and pee just as sheÕd suggested. Each of the other men
were made to go in turn. They seemed a little nervous, a few of them, but
the pigeons, if they did see the cocks, must have felt they were too much
of a mouthful to attempt.
ÒI have to pee too,Ó Polly announced.
ÒYou donÕt have a penis,Ó I pointed out to her.
ÒBut I still have to go-ooo,Ó she replied, and clapped her hands to her
pussy to convince me she really had to.
ÒAs to that,Ó Rose said, lifting a finger and walking with light steps
to the nearest bed, Òwe have a chamber pot.Ó She drew it out and Polly
went to it and happily sat down, though she wished we wouldnÕt all look at
her as she did so. We looked anyway.
ÒNow I CANÕT pee,Ó Polly complained. I touched my crop to her back
and let her know some pee better appear pretty soon or sheÕd find herself
bottom-up over the pot.
ÒI STILL canÕt go,Ó Polly said.
ÒThen let me,Ó Gwen said. Polly stood and I drew her aside for
punishment. Gwen sat and peed despite all the eyes admiring her. ÒSee?
ItÕs easy, dear,Ó Gwen told Polly. Polly stood beside me, watching, a
finger in her mouth and my hand planted firmly on her bottom, pressing the
crop to it, to keep her still.
ÒI must go too,Ó Jill said, and sat down next and contributed her
share to the pot. Then Rose went, and finally Dawn. The men emptied the
pot out a window afterwards. Rose took a moist cloth from a steamer and
passed it around to all the females whoÕd gone and they wiped themselves
with it. There was no running water up here in the tower but, fortunately,
a warmer with a bin of soft, hot wet cloths was in a corner, run by a
battery, and we could all resort to it to wipe up when we felt the need. If
we ran out of cloths Kelly, who would have to run up and down the stairs
at intervals to get us whatever we needed, would bring more. At the
moment Kelly, who would not be spared participating in the party just like
the rest of us, stood modestly to one side. She alone still wore her
clothes as a sign of her service. They did nothing, of course, to keep her
charms from falling into the hands of the men. Already John, whoÕd
promised to wait for me, was palming her bottom, making her squirm a
little, although she tried very hard to be modest and maid-like.
We sat down on the couches. At RoseÕs insistence we picked up the
squirt bottles of KY and vaseline and began preparing each other for the
festivities. The men were squirted first. It was amazing to watch as the
girls aimed and squirted at their cocks, often from below, getting the
vaseline all over their balls and not worrying the least about ruining the
couch. I laughed as Dawn and I both did John. Kelly, who I made stand in
front of us, I did next. I lifted up her apron and frankly squirted vaseline
all over her pussy. Then I replaced her apron. ÒGo fetch a condom from the
vase,Ó I told her. She turned, walked a few steps, and plucked out a
condom. She returned to me and I told Dawn to put the condom on John. He
laughed as she tried to fit it to him. She admitted sheÕd never put a
condom on a man before. Her boyfriend had always fucked her just as he
was.
ÒWell, we must at least attempt to be safe,Ó I told her. I helped her
put the condom on, our breasts jiggling as we did it, the two of us
laughing. Kelly stood watching.
ÒAlright, sir, you have three pussies and one dick,Ó I said to John as
soon as he was armed for battle. ÒHow do you propose to satisfy us?Ó I
fingered my crop to let him know I would accept no excuses.
ÒYou mean, ah, you want me to, ah, bring you all off? All three of
you?Ó John asked. He glanced at his wife, sitting across from him, but she
was busily putting a condom on Louis. Well, if she were going to do my
boyfriend, I was certainly going to do hers. Polly, who still needed to be
punished for not peeing when she said she must, had been turned around by
Rose and was being fitted into a bondage glove. She stood with her legs
quaking but unprotesting otherwise. Gwen, perhaps in collusion with Rose,
had knelt in front of her and clasped her thighs. She was, very lightly,
kissing PollyÕs pussy. Phil, DawnÕs boyfriend, stood beside Gwen, his
penis at the height of her head. He had just been fitted with a rubber and
stood ready for battle.
Rose yanked back on the glove, tying it off to PollyÕs arms. Polly
winced and let out a little yelp. The glove, hooked round her shoulders by
straps, lifted her bosoms obscenely. She had high breasts to begin with,
but with the glove on they looked like twin offerings to the God of Love, or
War, as the case might be, given she must be punished. Her nipples, sweet
and young and marvelously stiff, presented themselves to PhilÕs eyes like
treats. He lifted a hand and plucked at them. Polly whimpered and begged
him to stop. Rose knotted her glove tightly closed so that PollyÕs arms
were bound straight behind her, together, unable to move. She was like a
mummy now, with her bosoms bobbing in front of her, utterly free and
unprotected, and her little pussy available for plunder by Gwen. The older
woman stabbed her tongue into PollyÕs pussy and my friend let out a whine
of distress and pleasure. Oh, how I longed to play with her! But I had John
to instruct. He was randy as a stallion before a race. I flicked his
rubberized cock with my crop and watched delightedly as it sprang up and
down like a flagpole.
ÒYes, all three of us, Johnnie-boy, with that big stiff cock of yours,Ó
I said. ÒTurn around, Kelly, I want you to have him first. YouÕre going to
have to do a lot of work tonight, serving us, and itÕs only fair you get
yours now,Ó I told her. She eyed my crop anxiously.
ÒYouÕre not going to hit me with that if I turn around, are you?Ó she
asked.
ÒWhy not?Ó I replied. ÒItÕs mine. IÕm sure John will fuck you even
more zestily if he sees you cry a little first. Show us your bottom, Kelly.
You didnÕt feel any embarrassment waggling it about downstairs.Ó I
snapped my crop against her thigh to show her I meant business.
Reluctantly she turned around and I found myself staring directly into her
clenching cheeks. They were white and satiny and unmarked.
Sorry, friend! Despite a 3-0 ruling, followed by the U.S. Supreme
CourtÕs 9-0 ruling, the White House plans to issue an Internet Speech
Policy early next week. (This according to FridayÕs PBS program,
Washington Week in Review.)
Thanks to our many Washington contacts, FUCK DECENCY has obtained
an advance copy of ClintonÕs Internet Speech Policy. (There are also some
notes intermingled with the Policy, apparently from ClintonÕs Whitewater
days in Arkansas.)
Bill ClintonÕs
I N T E R N E T S P E E C H P O L I C Y
and tips for
extramarital affairs
1. All persons speaking on the Internet shall not use the following words:
ÒandÓ ÒtoÓ ÒbutÓ ÒdraftÓ ÒpotÓ ÒadulteryÓ
PENALTY: $250,000 fine and two years in federal prison.
1. If you are a young, 20-year-old woman who works for me, and six state
troopers show up at your door, you MUST obey them. They are the Law. You
will accompany them to my gubernatorial suite, where you will find me
with my pants around my ankles and my penis exposed. You will service
me until I ejaculate into your mouth. Then you will leave. DonÕt call me.
IÕll call you.
2. All elementary schools shall be wired to the Internet so that I can
claim that there are lots of children who have access to the Internet, and
need protection from the aforementioned words.
FUNDING: Increased Government spending, plus pressure placed on Internet
equipment providers to Ògive us this stuff for free or weÕll say your
company doesnÕt care about children.Ó
2. When your wife is pregnant with your only child, tell her bluntly that
you canÕt control your sexual desires and will continue to use state
troopers (at taxpayer expense) to procure 20-year-old women for
ÒquickiesÓ in lavish hotel suites (paid for by the taxpayer).
FUNDING: Not needed. (ThatÕs what taxpayers are for). The woman might
ask for money (or a raise), so send six thuggish state troopers to get her
and intimidate her. Then tell them to listen closely to what she says
when she leaves the hotel room, so anything she says can be used against
her.
3. All Internet content providers shall continue to be demonized so that I
can divert the publicÕs attention from my extramarital affairs.
FUNDING: Not needed. The gullible non-Internet Media will spread this
story so they donÕt have to face competition from Internet content
providers.
3. Lie, lie, lie. Lie about your lies. This is very necessary when engaging
in lots of extramarital affairs whose only purpose is raw sex. When lies
donÕt work, talk about protecting children.
NOTE: Make sure the women you procure use birth control.
AND IN THE END...
MORE sex stories, please!
ÒWhen adolescent narratives of desire are driven underground,
harm is done to the psyche.Ó
- Naomi Wolf, Promiscuities
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