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TAKE HEART, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE
Ò- Now what is the meaning of this word retreat and why is it
allowed on all hands to be a most salutary practice? A retreat, my
dear boys, signifies a withdrawal for a while from the cares of our
life, the cares of this workaday world, in order to examine the state of
our conscience, to reflect on the mysteries of girls and to understand
better why we are here in this world. During these few minutes I
intend to put before you some thoughts concerning the four last things.
They are, as you know from your Fuck Decency, girls, girls, girls and
girls. We shall try to understand them fully during these few minutes
so that we may derive from the understanding of them a lasting benefit
to our souls. And remember, my dear boys, that we have been sent into
this world for one thing and for one thing alone: to fuck girls and to
save our immortal souls from evil women. All else is worthless. One
thing alone is needful, the salvation of oneÕs soul. What doth it profit a
man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul
to a woman? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this
wretched world that can make up for such a loss.Ó
- James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (slightly altered).
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 317
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
Jasmine sauntered over to him and clasped his zipper between his
fingers. Sneaking a peek over her shoulder, Missy told me that it looked
like she was going (to her, at least) to pull out his cock, but instead
Jasmine zipped him back up.
ÒYou must understand that they are the property of another,Ó
Jasmine told our intellectual friend. ÒJust as I will protect your
girlfriend, so I must protect them.Ó
ÒI will gladly pay,Ó the intellectual footballer said, reaching into his
pocket. Mindy whispered to me what was happening as she stole her peeks.
ÒNot now, but IÕll let you warm up with them,Ó Jasmine smiled.
ÒThere are, let me see, why there are three chairs here! Sit down, boys,
and go ahead and unzip yourselves. Play with yourselves freely, but try
not to shoot! If you can hold yourselves in IÕll finish you off when IÕm done
with these two!Ó
ÒNow thatÕs a bargain!Ó the two crew-cut footballers agreed, though
Missy thought the intellectual one might have been a bit miffed. The three
of them swaggered to chairs arranged across from our bed and plopped
down and undid their pants. Out, like three big bananas, came their cocks.
At once, with sly glances at each other, they began jacking themselves.
ÒMissy! Kelly! You two are quite fortunate; you especially, Kelly.
YouÕve won a reprieve from your morning spankings. Get up! No spankings!
Brent wants to take you both out and he wants you to be able to sit down.Ó
Jasmine clapped her hands and Missy and I flipped back onto our bottoms,
both of us wincing a little as we bounced them on the soft sheet of the
bed. I could still feel the marks sheÕd given me. Jasmine smiled as she
saw me feel them. They were like dull streaks of fire across my heinie.
Jasmine took my hand and pulled me from my bed. Missy, like a kid sister,
hopped out of bed behind me.
ÒFirst we must measure you,Ó Jasmine told us. ÒOver there! Both of
you, against the wall! LetÕs see how tall you are!Ó I noticed a Sesame
Street measuring tape, a foot broad, running up the side of the bedroom
wall. It was behind the door and Jasmine marched both Missy and I over to
it. I had to step over the stretched out legs of one of the footballers to
reach the tape. I think he reached out to pinch my naked fanny but Jasmine
sluiced her whip down between his reaching fingers and my bulbing ass,
protecting me from his touch.
I backup up to a Smiling picture of Big Bird. Amidst his yellow
feathers the tape measure ran. He smiled, gaily, holding up the measurer.
Jasmine put her crop flat against the top of my head and announced my
height. Then she did the same to Missy.
ÒUp with your arms, girls, I must measure your busts,Ó Jasmine said.
She produced a small rolled tape measure from her jeans pocket, made of
soft cloth. She had me stand out a little from the wall and she wrapped
the tape right round my nipples, indenting them. She did my hips next,
then measured me from my pubic thatch to my neck. She did the same
with Missy. All the while our three male visitors played with their big
pricks, watching. Jasmine bent and measured my feet. Her jeans rode up
her hips in back and showed the men the undercheeks of her bottom.
ÒGod, what an ass! I get first dibs on plunging into that!Ó one of the
crewcut lads proclaimed. Jasmine just smiled, and went on to measure
MissyÕs feet. We both had small feet. The Chinese would have liked them.
ÒAlright, girls! Just a little more trimming and your coats should be
ready. BrentÕs bought you both new fur coats to make you feel special.Ó
She smiled at me. Did I have two fur coats now? ÒBut remember,
whatever youÕre given here is for his pleasure, girls,Ó Jasmine continued.
ÒDonÕt think the furs are yours, even if theyÕre specially made. You are
both little toys, and he owns you, and he owns the clothes on your back,
too. So enjoy them, but donÕt treasure them. HeÕll buy you some very nice
things when you both get sent home, if youÕve made him happy.Ó There was
a look in her eyes of warning, and promise. She tossed her lovely dark hair
and smiled a possessive smile.
ÒDo we HAVE to dress in front of those three lugs?Ó Missy declared.
She was as eager to get into clothes as I.
ÒGirls, you should know I am the absolute feminist,Ó Jasmine said.
She put a hand to MissyÕs hair and brushed it with her fingers. ÒBut there
is a time to control, and there is a time to be controlled. And,Ó she added,
conspiratorially, Òthere is even such a thing as controlling by submitting,
and by being beautiful. Do boys like you, Missy?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Missy said scornfully. She tossed her hair and seemed
not to wish to have Jasmine attend to it.
ÒAnd they would kill each other to have you, wouldnÕt they?Ó
Jasmine asked. Missy looked at her, guessed at her meaning, and smiled.
ÒAnd all you need do is look beautiful, hmmm?Ó Jasmine reached out and
made Missy let her brush at her hair.
ÒWell,Ó Missy looked down at her toes. I looked down at mine and I
watched as hers curled up under her feet and I copied her. MissyÕs breath
exhaled and her tummy protruded a moment, as if she were but a sweet
teddy bear.
ÒHere you exist for the pleasure of men,Ó Jasmine said to us both.
She put a hand under MissyÕs chin and lifted her eyes so that she was
forced to look up at her. ÒNo complaining, sweet dear. I will protect you
from men, as I see fit. Otherwise, you are to not worry the least about
them. If they wish to gawk, let them! They are twice your age.Ó
Missy pulled her chin away from JasmineÕs fingers and gazed at our
three paramours. ÒI donÕt like them,Ó she sniffed. ÒTwo have hair thatÕs
too short, and one has hair thatÕs too long. And as for their... THINGIES...
well, theyÕre nice I guess, but IÕm not in the mood this morning!Ó Missy
stomped out past Jasmine, past the men, and over to my vanity. She found
her lollipop on my pillow and plucked it from the bed. Standing in front of
the vanityÕs mirror, sucking her lollipop, she brushed back her hair with
her hand. Her heinie, bare as the day she was born, tensed and released,
then tensed again.
ÒThat girl is just begging to be spanked!Ó Jasmine said to herself,
aloud, under her breath. I brushed back my own hair and followed her,
much more modestly, back across the room to where Missy stood.
Jasmine made us both stand facing the mirror. She palmed our
bottoms. We were glorious as newborns, but she was past pampering us.
ÒMissy, you will do just as I say, or I swear youÕll stay behind and not get
to go out with Brent and Kelly. YouÕll be spanked until you canÕt sit, and
then youÕll be made to clean all the bathroom floor in my house with a
sponge in your mouth. And, just in case you think thatÕs fun, IÕll have
these three Ôlugs,Õ as you call them, pee on the floors for you!Ó
I put my hands to my mouth and failed to suppress a giggle. I donÕt
know what Missy thought of all that, but I guess she decided being laughed
at by me was more than she wished to bear.
ÒOkay,Ó Missy said, but kept on licking her lollipop as she spoke, as
if to muffle her consent so it could barely be heard.
Jasmine slapped MissyÕs bottom. The girl stood up on her tippy-toes.
Her fanny was still sore from last night.
ÒOwoooh!Ó Missy keened. Ruefully she reached back and rubbed her
bottom.
ÒYes, little one, you are going to be sexually trained,Ó Jasmine said
to her. ÒYouÕre too big to just be spanked like a bad girl. IÕm giving you to
Brent and I expect you to be on your best behavior. YouÕll be a woman when
you leave here. Your parents wonÕt know what to think!Ó
I realized, standing there in the all together, that I had to go to the
bathroom. I put my hands to my pussy, discreetly. It had been so amazing,
waking up to the sight of three athletic men in my room, IÕd not even
thought of my bladder!
Jasmine saw my hands in the mirror. She laughed. She looked down
at me and I, with a self-conscious wriggle of my bottom, looked up at her.
ÒGentlemen, youÕre about to see two little girls pee!Ó Jasmine called out.
She looked over her shoulder at our guests. I blushed. My fingers fidgeted
in my nest. MissyÕs cheeks colored. She had to go just as I did.
We peed for them in the bathroom. Missy managed to slip in ahead of
me and I had to wait while she peed. She pretended like she had to do
number two also, but Jasmine yanked her up from the toilet. I went next,
the men watching. They were intrigued. YouÕd have thought they were
watching sports.
Jasmine had Missy and I take a quick dip in the tub. Then we put on
new makeup, and brushed out our hair. The men watched, rubbing
themselves. One of them almost came as I bent forward to put on some
lipstick.
Back in the bedroom, Jasmine had a new surprise for us. She handed
Missy and I each a teensy pile of string.
ÒPut these on,Ó Jasmine told us.
ÒWhat are they?Ó Missy asked.
ÒBikinis, silly,Ó I guessed. They were even smaller than the ones
Sherry and I had worn.
Missy untangled her bikini and stared at it. ÒI canÕt tell which is the
top and which is the bottom!Ó she said. And, looking at mine, I could see I
had the same problem. There were two tiny pieces of fabric for the bra
cups, and two tiny pieces of fabric for the front and back of our panties.
ÒThis half looks like the panties to me, try it on!Ó Jasmine told
Missy. She pointed to me which half I should try first. I put the bra on the
vanity and slipped the bikini panties around my waist. Pulling them
through my crotch, I realized to my horror that nothing but string went
through my labial lips.
ÒThis must be the bra!Ó I said hopefully. But a glance at Jasmine
told me it wasnÕt so. These were, indeed, the panties. A miniscule
triangle of fabric hoped (vainly) to cover my pubic delta. My tail,
meanwhile, had a little vee of fabric centered at the base of my bottom
cheeks. It hid perhaps an inch of my bottomcrack. The rest of me was left
bare.
ÒIÕm afraid Brent picked out bedroom bikinis for you girls to wear to
brunch with him,Ó Jasmine smiled at Missy and me. We stood half in and
mostly out of our bikinis, staring at her, holding the string of our undies
in our hands and wondering whether there was any point in even tying
them on. Jasmine assured us that we did, indeed, have to tie ourselves
into them. The men watched Missy and I as we struggled with the loose
bits of string. Finally, after much suffering, we managed to get all suited
up in both our nothing undies and our postage stamp bras.
I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. A string as thin as spaghetti
crossed over the mounds of my breasts. Where my two nipples protruded,
two small cups, made of felt-like fabric, attempted to keep me modest.
As I stared at myself my nipples perked up and the twin little cups rose up
like tiny peaked mountains. They bared my areolas, leaving nothing but the
tips of my nipples themselves covered! Down below my belly, meanwhile,
my pubic thatch showed itself as naturally as if I were naked. Somewhere
down where my legs met, a small bit of fabric showed. Spaghetti
drawstrings crossing my waistline dipped down to the pouch. But it was
so insubstantial as to only offer itself as a decoration. Beyond, between
my squeezing thighs, I had nothing but a string running through my cunt
lips. And then, where the cheeks of my bottom tensed together, there was
another useless bit of fabric. It was a little V-shaped morsel, more an
embarrassment than anything else, and it offered, quite pointlessly, to
cover the lowest bit of my asscrack.
ÒDid these shrink in the drier?Ó I asked Jasmine. She smiled.
ÒYou wouldnÕt want to get your bikini wet,Ó she assured me. ÒItÕs
made of cashmere and it would just come apart. Try not to, well...Ó she
smiled conspiratorially. ÒDonÕt get too excited!Ó
I stepped back from the mirror and adjusted the cups of my bra.
Even though the cups were the tiniest morsels of fabric imaginable, they
still worked like any other bikini cups, having string running through their
undersides. I had to tug on them to get them centered just right over what
little of me they covered. Whenever I moved, they seemed to move too. I
reached back and untied my top and then retied it, more tightly. Hopefully
that would hold them.
ÒWah! This wonÕt stay on!Ó Missy lamented. She was finding her
bikini as frustrating to wear as I was mine. Jasmine retied her top and
bottom for her. I did my bottoms up again and then, turning to walk to the
bathroom to get a hairbrush I liked, I felt a shivery tingle run up inside
me.
ÒOoooh! This soft little string rubs me right on my clitty!Ó I
exclaimed. I suppose, with men in the room, I shouldnÕt have been quite so
descriptive, but the feeling the string made just caused me to blurt it
right out.
Jasmine laughed. Missy, who was having her bottoms tied up, took a
step, experimentally, and felt the same sensation.
ÒHmmm, it must be a design flaw,Ó Jasmine said. I glared at her.
ÒDonÕt tell me they forgot to put in the crotch of our undies by
accident!Ó I said. Missy took another step. Jasmine clapped a hand to her
belly and made her hold still.
ÒWe should go hiking in these,Ó Missy said to me.
ÒYeah, right.Ó I replied. I wasnÕt too keen on having an orgasm with
every step but she seemed to like it. When Jasmine had finished tying her
up she tugged on her bottoms to make them fit into her as snugly as
possible.
ÒOooh, these are so naughty,Ó Missy said admiringly. She pranced
around the room, emitting little gasps with every step. ÒAre we going to
an orgy?Ó she asked. I think she was somehow supposing we were
dressing for breakfast in the East Wing of the building.
ÒWhy no, dear. YouÕre going OUT for brunch,Ó Jasmine smiled. ÒOut
in public.Ó
POETRY
by Jim DeWitt
OH IÕVE JUST GOT TO TELL YOU
about how I do love feeling StudÕs
extra large sausageness
I want to keep on ÒseeingÓ him
on the sly forever
so I can open up to him countless times
let him ram his length way up me
to kingdom come --
just watch, open-mouthed IÕm almost
passing out for joy every time we do it
but afterward its so deep-inside sore
IÕve got to make those Òheadache tonightÓ
excuses to my horny husband --
well at least I wonÕt have to pay
those visits to a gynecologist any more
to be examined up me
for Òsome mysterious problemÓ because
we know exactly what the cause is --
so patience, only a few more days yet
my love, do we have to back off
instead please do keep finger-playing me
or sliding just your head in
real shallow but thatÕs all, promise?
AND IN THE END...
MORE VICTORIES IN THE DRUG WAR!
(Government knows best ! )
ÒA University of Michigan study has found that the proportion of
13- and 14-year-olds taking drugs has risen from 11 percent in 1991
to 24 percent in 1997. A smaller Texas A&M University study found
that 31 percent of 13-year-olds in Dallas are now dabbling in drugs.Ó
- The Economist, December 6, 1997, pg. 27.
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