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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 292
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Three
Sherry spread out a soft towel on a work bench. The bench looked
very clean and polished but she laid out the towel anyway, to make my
bottom more comfy. Well, IÕd been struck with the crop. IÕm sure I needed
all the comfort I could get! Sherry told me to sit down. When I did she
knelt in front of me. She got big rubber workboots for my feet and put
them on me, putting socks on me first so the tops of the boots wouldnÕt
chafe my calves. The socks stretched up to my knees. They were nice and
soft, like the towel I was sitting on. I watched her, feeling odd with my
big boots and gloves on, but only the tiniest of bikinis. My mom was
embarrassed about my breasts when I wore a t-shirt. What would she say
if she saw me in a bra the size of two postage stamps?
When Sherry and I were both dressed in our work boots and gloves
we went out back to the garden. I sighed in appreciation as I saw bush
after bush blooming with roses. Little flowers of blue and pink and gold
ran between the bushes and the lawn, moist with the sprinklers, was cut
like a golf course green. Together Sherry and I padded across the carpet-
like lawn and began our task of cutting roses for our party. Jeff carried a
bag for us to put them in. It was clear plastic. I looked up at their
neighborsÕ house. I saw a light go on in the second floor window. Then it
went off again, and I feared I knew why.
ÒKeep working,Ó Jeff admonished me. ÒYouÕre not out here to admire
the scenery.Ó
ÒWhoÕs in the bedroom upstairs?Ó I asked.
ÒJust some boy whoÕs been saved, for the moment at least, from
going on the Internet and looking for porn,Ó he replied.
ÒNothing beats girls in the flesh,Ó I gulped. But I said it so quietly I
hoped Jeff didnÕt hear me. He seemed to have a thing against backtalk.
Could the boy see my bottom, where IÕd already been hit? I hoped not.
Could his parents see me? I could just see the boyÕs mother, staring down
at me from their second floor window, and wondering if she should call
the police. Well, I hadnÕt been reported missing. My mom was out of town.
But she would know that Jeff wasnÕt my dad. He was too young. So that
only left, well, a niece maybe? I donÕt think even uncles can dress their
nieces in nothing bikinis and whack their bottoms with riding crops. I
glanced at Jeff but he seemed utterly unconcerned.
ÒBend over more,Ó Jeff told me. His voice was loud. Too loud. ÒThe
roses along the bottom of the bush need to be trimmed,Ó he said. ÒThereÕs
a groundhog in the area and sheÕll just come and eat them if we donÕt cut
them off.Ó
ÒJennifer! YouÕre supposed to be doing your homework!Ó I heard a
womanÕs voice shout. It sounded stressed. A bedroom window next to the
first where the light had come on and gone off again came on. Then,
mysteriously, that light went out too, and did not reilluminate.
ÒHoney, I really do think those bikinis you bought for yourself and
our niece in France are too small,Ó Jeff said. ÒIÕm going to have to insist
that you send them back.Ó
ÒAlright dear,Ó Sherry called out to him. We picked roses from the
lowest branches on the bushes, bending way over, showing our heinies to
whomever it was that was looking.
ÒI swear, I thought you were that damn groundhog,Ó Jeff said to me
as I bent and showed off my fanny with the mark across it. ÒWell, if you
girls flush it out from under one of those bushes, make sure you scream. I
donÕt want to kill it so I guess this crop will have to do. Hopefully one
good whack will scare it into never coming back.Ó
Sherry barely suppressed a giggle. I found myself amazed at how
Jeff, even holding a riding crop and dressing us in wild bikinis, had
somehow managed to announce to the neighbors that we werenÕt up to
anything bad. I glanced at his crotch. Well, that was still visible.
ShouldnÕt that make everyone know right off what was up?
ÒI sure hate having to spend every night watching tapes on the Holy
Bible,Ó Jeff said. He was having a very fun time, I realized. ÒI mean,
weÕre MARRIED, honey! Really, you church girls are no fun at all.Ó
Oh well, that settled that. I hoped his neighbors were just a little
gullible. Imagine, two nearly naked girls in a back yard, one obviously not
an adult, the other barely an adult, dressed in bikinis that would make a
stripper blush and superintended by a man with a riding crop and a hard on!
I almost had to stop working, it was so funny. But laughing might blow
the whole deal. I couldnÕt help myself. Suddenly I found myself bolting
upright and laughing so hard my ribs hurt. Sherry began laughing too. We
were almost hysterical.
ÒStop telling jokes!Ó Jeff said very loudly. ÒYouÕre supposed to be
working, not fooling around! We need those flowers for church tomorrow!Ó
My apologies to Ralph Reed, but that really cut me and Sherry up. We
laughed and laughed and laughed and had to make sure and turn around and
face away from their neighborÕs house because our boobs popped right out
of our tops and there was no way to get them back in or keep them there
while we were laughing. Of course, turning around did nothing for keeping
our asses modest. They jiggled freely as we laughed ourselves silly. Our
bottoms were high and tight but they had a nice fleshiness to them,
SherryÕs especially, that I know must have made Jeff impossibly hard.
Already I was getting the feeling that he was an ass man. Well, he had no
regrets looking at us! I just hoped the neighbor boy was a tit-boy, or
whatever it is boys are who donÕt get turned on by girlÕs asses.
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When we finally had enough roses we came back inside. It was cool
inside now. The house was open and the night air had filled it. It had been
cool in the afternoon, sequestered down in the depths of the canyon, but as
night settled in the coolness took on a noticeable bite to it. I didnÕt mind.
I knew my bottom would be too warm soon!
Sherry and I shed our work things in the sunroom. It was full of dusk
now. Instead of turning on a light she lit a simple candle and we
undressed by it. We kept on just our little bikinis. She had me sit down on
the bench again and she found heels for me in a closet and strapped them
on. I stood up in them. The ankle straps were very thin and I wobbled a
moment in them before I was able to gain my balance.
ÒCan you walk in high heels?Ó Sherry asked. She reached out and
took my hands to keep me from falling over.
ÒYes,Ó I answered. As a preteen IÕd practised quite a lot, daring to
dream of growing up, walking up and down the sidewalk and swinging my
bottom so all the men looked, even the fathers, when they drove past in
their cars with the little hearts on their license plates to keep all us
children safe. But I was used to wearing sneakers.
ÒTry walking in them. I donÕt want you to break your ankle,Ó Sherry
said to me. I took a step, then another. My bottom rolled atop my legs
salaciously. The heels were high.
ÒI can do it, see?Ó I told her. Except for standing up I was okay. It
had just been awhile, thatÕs all. Playing on the beach every day makes you
forget how to be elegant.
ÒAlright,Ó Sherry answered. ÒDo they feel comfortable? I can
almost guarantee you theyÕre the one item you wonÕt be taking off!Ó
I shivered. ÒYeah, as long as I can lie down most of the time they
should be okay,Ó I quipped.
ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó Jeff said. He was having fun watching us.
ÒOh Jeff, youÕre just a big rude animal,Ó Sherry scolded him. ÒBut
IÕll put heels on for you sweetie, since that groundhog still hasnÕt shown
up and you might decide that IÕm a groundhog instead!Ó
ÒYouÕre looking more like one every minute,Ó Jeff replied wryly.
ÒThanks, honey,Ó Sherry said dryly. She sat down and I put on the
heels sheÕd chosen for herself. Hers were even more challenging than
mine. I wore four-inchers, but she was determined to party in fives.
Carefully I buckled her straps so that they would be nice and tight and not
make her trip. There were several buckles on hers and I had to do each
one. By the time I got done, I realized her feet were practically prisoners!
Sherry stood up. ÒThey really do lift up your bottom, donÕt they?Ó
she asked me. To tease Jeff she turned her fanny toward him. Hers was
nice and high but, mounted on her legs with her feet strapped into those
heels, she looked absolutely heavenly! Jeff was forced to clear his throat,
looking at her. We both showed him our asses then, and waggled them at
him like whores just to tease him. He was forced to clear his throat again
and, when he had, he said in almost a pleading voice,
ÒCan we please party now?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I agreed. ÒI have to go pee but Jeff wonÕt let me.Ó
ÒWell then we must certainly start the party,Ó Sherry said. She took
my hand and led me up the hall to small study. Within were all sorts of
law books, even code books describing all the penal codes and all the
penalties.
ÒJeff was studying to be a lawyer, but now heÕs decided to be a
doctor instead,Ó Sherry told me confidentially. He strode in behind us and
Sherry bent down and lifted back the end of a throw rug, exposing a trap
door. Here, in the study, the floor was made of long planks of wood. My
breath caught in my throat when I saw the trap door in the floor. This was
going to be a real dungeon! Totally private, sound-proofed. Did I really
want to go down there? Jeff bent down and pulled up the trap door. It
swung open on hinges. It looked too heavy for either of us girls.
ÒLadies first,Ó Jeff said generously. He pointed at the dark hole in
the floor. Sherry lit a candle. It was stuck in a silver boat-shaped holder
designed to keep her fingers from getting burned. Carefully she walked
with it over to the hole in the floor. She put a hand on JeffÕs big shoulders
and he held her gently as she found her footing on the ladder in the hole
and began her descent.
I watched Sherry go down in the hole. She seemed to shiver a little.
A cold wafting of air came up from the hole, even chillier than the air
upstairs. When her head had disappeared within the hole I looked at Jeff.
ÒI donÕt want to go,Ó I said to him. His answer was to unzip himself.
Fearfully I watched as he performed a silent strip show for me, presenting
his cock to me first and then shucking his shorts off, lifting off his shirt
to show me his bare chest, leaving only his sneakers. ÒYou canÕt wear
sneakers in bed,Ó I said. He was blocking the door. What else could I say?
ÒThereÕs no bed down there,Ó he answered. I gulped hard and took
one last look at his riding crop, then his dick. He pointed at the hole in the
floor and I knew there was no way I could get past him to escape from this
room and this house.
ÒAlright,Ó I said. Shakily I put myself against him and I began down
the ladder. SherryÕs light could be seen down below, lighting the way for
me. Slowly I descended. His cock was in my way and I kept bumping it as
I tried to lower myself into the hole. For once it wasnÕt turning me on. I
was too scared of what was going to happen to me. But I somehow
managed to get down inside the hole and find my way down the ladder. As
I alighted upon the stone floor of the dungeon Jeff leapt down the ladder
after me and closed the trap door over his head so no one would know we
were here.
ADVANCEMENT OPPORTUNITY !
by holy joe
I was walking by a church the other day. There was a bulletin board
next to the church, outside, and it had upcoming church events listed on it.
In addition there was a poster. It read, ÒWANTED.Ó I wondered who they
were after, so I read on: ÒWANTED, For Corrupting the Youth.Ó
The poster displayed two photos. One was of Socrates. But the
other one was of me!
Actually, though, all they got right was my name, Òholy joe.Ó
(Though some vandal had put a ÒkÓ in the ÒjoeÓ part, between the ÒoÓ and
the ÒeÓ.)
That got me to thinking. I do a low-cost zine. ItÕs a text only zine.
How can I let you, my loyal readers, know what I look like?
Then I was standing in my bathroom, taking a pee. I looked over at
my World Wildlife Fund calendar, where I write all my important dates.
(When all the new porn is released at Tower.)
There it was, a photo of me! Right on the calendar. This time the
photo was right, but the name was wrong. Next to MY photo they had the
words, ÒRed-eyed tree frog.Ó
Anyway, thatÕs me, right there next to the month of August in the
World Wildlife Fund Calendar. (World Wildlife Fund 1997 Calendar, P.O.
Box 96555, Washington, D.C. 20077.)
I must admit, I didnÕt always look the way I do now. But as a
volunteer for the Christian Coalition Media Watch, IÕm responsible for
helping keep track of all the porn on the Net. We need exact figures for
how much kiddie porn there is, how much bestiality, how much obscene
porn, how much porn that might be obscene if we complain enough, how
much Òhard-coreÓ porn there is (obscene porn that we canÕt get labelled
obscene, so we had to think up a bad-sounding name for it), and how much
Òsoft coreÓ porn there is (nudie pics that we want banned, and so thought
up another bad-sounding name for).
Oh, yeah. The Christian Coalition doesnÕt know ÒIÓ volunteered for
this ÒthanklessÓ task. But they like me. I put in very long hours for them.
In addition to all the photos IÕve had to rank, rate, categorize, and
distribute (to our Senators, school boards, library boards, etc.), IÕve had to
read tons and tons of sex stories.
So thatÕs how I came to resemble, at least superficially, the ÒRed-
eyed tree frog.Ó
Which got me to thinking. Girls, since I do look sorta like a frog,
thereÕs a possibility I might turn into a handsome prince if you kiss me.
ItÕs a remote possibility, I suppose, but think how happy and wealthy youÕd
be if itÕs true. And youÕd be a princess, too. There is one point to keep in
mind, however. IÕve learned that you canÕt use your mouth to kiss. In the
real, unedited version of the Ôfrog whoÕs a princeÕ story, the girl has to
kiss him with the lips of her pussy. Yep. And she doesnÕt kiss his head.
No, no. She kisses his cock head.
I realize this may seem a little risque. Bear with me, however.
ThereÕs one more fact I must relate about the unedited version of the Ôfrog
whoÕs a princeÕ story. ItÕs sorta like ÔThe Sword in the Stone.Õ Lots and
lots of boys came and pulled on that sword in the stone. But only when the
RIGHT boy appeared, and pulled on it, did the sword pop out.
ItÕs the same with me. Only when the RIGHT girl kisses my cock
head with her pussy lips, will I turn into a handsome prince.
So, line up girls. ThereÕs only one way we can find out for sure if
IÕm a handsome prince in disguise, or not. EVERY girl needs to kiss my
cock head with her pussy lips. I realize this may be slightly embarrassing
for you. Think of it from my end, though. Think how exhausted IÕll be,
having to make my dick available to each and every girl on the planet. My
God! Every girl will have to try out, no matter how young. (If youÕre gonna
be a princess, you may as well be one as soon as you can!)
And yes, girls will be cumming from all over the world, just to kiss
my cock. There will have to be a number dispensing machine set up
outside my dumpster. The city will probably need to build a special place
for me, so I donÕt disrupt traffic. (After all, when I turn into a prince, my
city becomes a ROYAL city!) Al Gore will be calling, making arrangements
for his daughters to cum. (DonÕt worry, Chelsea, IÕm not leaving you out,
itÕs just that ugly girls have to wait Ôtil IÕve been kissed by all the
prettiest girls.) (The same goes for fat chicks.)
Well, anyway, IÕm getting all limbered up here, girls. If youÕre
pretty, hurry so you donÕt have to wait in line, okay? This isnÕt going to be
like a concert, where you just have to wait overnight before buying your
tickets. With all the girls who will be cumming, you donÕt want to be
stuck way back in the line. You could end up waiting for weeks! Plus,
there may actually be more than one special girl on the planet. Like, what
if there were actually two special girls? The one who kissed my cock
first would win. The other one would never even get a chance!
So hurry! DonÕt be left out! You could be attired in royal splendor
this evening, wearing a glittering crown, with endless streams of
courtesans. YouÕd be in People, youÕd be in the National Enquirer, you
might even be on the cover of T.V. Guide! And IÕll bet if you wanted Jenny
McCarthyÕs job at MTV, theyÕd kick her out and put you in her place! (Heck!
IÕll issue a Royal Decree: ÒPut my little princess on ÔSingled Out!ÕÓ)
Uh, oh. I think I hear some girls approaching my dumpster right now.
(Either that, or somebodyÕs emptying his trash.) Gotta go, girls! DonÕt be
late, okay?
AND IN THE END...
THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM !
ÒThen all those virgins arose... the bridegroom came; and they that
were ready went in with him... Afterward came also the other virgins... But
he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.Ó
- Jesus Christ
(Matthew 25: 7, 10-12)
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