                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                                          FUCK DECENCY
                                           Issue No. 39

                              Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                          Bondage Bliss

                                          Chapter Three

         "Do Lisa's bottom," Mark said.  
         "You mean, wash it?"  Jill asked, straightening up again.
         "That's what I said," Mark replied.  "Or shall I let the whip explain 
it?"
         "No!" Jill said.  At once she began rubbing her friend's bottom with 
her soapy hands.  After a bit of this Lisa began mewing behind her gag.  Her 
hips began moving in slow undulations.  Clearly she liked this better on 
her bottom than a whipping, and hoped to alleviate her burning flesh 
thereby.  Mark ordered Jill aside.
         The whip still under his armpit so that Jill might not use it against 
him, Mark strode forward and clasped Lisa's soapy hinds.  He gave a grunt 
of satisfaction and began kneading her bottom with his calloused palms, 
his prick quivering just centimeters from the cleft between her cheeks.  
Acting on her own, Jill came up to Mark and delicately, almost 
appreciatively, placed one of her soaped hands upon his tight buttocks.  
With her other hand she clasped his rampant rod.  Though Mark had not 
asked for his dick to be washed, Jill began soaping its skin with the suds 
on her hand.  It was clear to both of them that the soaping of Mark's dick 
was not to make it cleaner, but to lubricate it that it might drill up Lisa's 
rectum.  Lisa, still bent over firmly, sensed that something was happening 
behind her which portended the opening of one of her orifices.  She hoped 
it would be her pussy, and bit her lip at the thought of Mark taking her 
another way.
         When Mark was fully lubed Jill knelt down before Lisa and kissed her 
mask.  With a look that brooked sympathy at Lisa's plight, Jill nonetheless 
took Lisa's wrists and one by one buckled them against the forward legs of 
the trestle so that Lisa might not rise.  A cock up her bottom might 
prompt such a move, and it was Jill's job to prevent such before it 
occurred.  As Lisa's wrists fell to the same fate as her ankles she knew 
her time of anal innocence was about to end.
         "You're an anal virgin, aren't you?" Jill asked.  Lisa nodded, 
trembling.  Mark let out a whoop of delight.
         "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Jill said solicitously.  "Mark, may 
I take off this hot mask?"  Mark nodded, too intent now on his own 
pleasure to care much what transpired between the girls, so long as it did 
not delay his dick.  With firm hands he grasped Lisa's hind cheeks and 
separated them.  The rosette of her anus presented itself to him, tiny and 
crinkly, hardly looking ready to be breached by his massive prick.  At the 
same moment Jill unzipped Lisa's leather ski mask and pulled it off her.
         In the next instant Lisa was kissed in two places at once, on the 
cheek by Jill and between her cheeks by the head of Mark's cock.  Lisa 
shivered.  Mark pushed his cockstand into her anal sphincter.  Lisa turned 
her toes inward, causing her thighs to twist outward and her 
bottomcheeks to separate a trifle more.  If she had to be entered, she 
wanted it to be as painless as possible.  Mark took advantage of her 
opening and pushed still more firmly against the tight ring of muscle that 
formed the door to her rectum.  The nub of his penis entered.  
         Jill took Lisa's mouth in hers and encouraged the blonde's tongue to 
mesh with her own.  Mark thrust at Lisa's bottomhole, and with an effort 
he managed to clear her sphincter with the flange of his penis.  Mark 
stopped a moment, letting his hands fall from Lisa's hips.  Now the head of 
his cock was embedded in her and his less wide shaft was poised to 
follow.  The effort now would be not in squeezing through her anus but 
rather in opening up her rectum with the full length of his dick, a battle 
now of length, not width.  Below him Lisa twisted with discomfort, for all 
the world a captured little animal, while Jill engaged her mouth in a 
passionately deep French kiss.  The moans of both girls, Lisa's more urgent 
than Jill's, wafted up to Mark's ears.
         Some time later Lisa lay upon the cot with her hand at her behind, 
gingerly touching her opened anus, where semen trickled unchecked from 
her orifice and ran down onto the bedcover.  Lisa flicked one of her nails in 
the trail of semen and brought it to her mouth.  Her tongue licked up a 
dollop of sperm.  Before her Jill was now over the trestle, Mark soaping up 
her bottom in preparation for his entry.  Since Jill's was not an untried 
bottom, Mark had resolved to amuse himself by washing out her rectum 
with his fingers before using his dick.  Speaking of which, Mark had 
managed to hold back his semen while bringing Lisa off with his fingers 
upon her clitoris.  Now his cock truly ached to come, his buttocks 
quivering uncontrollably as he staved off ejaculation for a few moments 
longer.  Lisa lay in rapt admiration of his form and control.

                                             Chapter Four

         After Mark ejaculated into Jill, the three of them hurried through 
the cold back up to the mansion.  They located an unoccupied, immaculate 
shower in an upstairs bathroom and eagerly sought refuge under its 
steaming spray.  Afterward they rejoined the party downstairs.
         In the shower the girls had asked Mark what his deepest fantasy 
was, and offered to fulfill it.  Mark replied that he would like to see the 
girls make love to one another, in front of everyone, if they dared.  Even as 
he spoke Mark's penis had become fully erect again.  The girls quickly 
relieved Mark of his newfound burden of semen.  Then they decided to raise 
up his prodigious penis a third time by playing to his desires.
         A sense of decorum had returned to the dining room when the naked 
trio entered.  Men and women sat demurely, munching on snacks, sipping 
expensive wines.  A few had actually put some of their clothes back on.  
Without any announcement of their intentions Lisa walked up to the dining 
table and scooted onto it.  She lay back, lying across the width of the long 
table.  She drew up her legs, opened them.  Her bottom sat at the edge of 
the table, ready for whatever might befall it.  On the other side of the 
table Lisa's head titled back.  It protruded beyond the edge of the table, 
with nothing to support it.  Lisa didn't mind.  She opened her mouth, 
beckoning.  Somehow the whipping had undone her inhibitions.  Jill slipped 
on top of her blonde playmate.
         Lisa's breasts were large and lovely.  The crystal-filtered light from 
the overhead chandelier sprinkled across her breasts.  Her nipples rose up 
like twin peaks, mini mountains striving to touch the ornate ceiling.  Jill 
gently clasped the bosoms, her small, perfectly manicured hands dwarfed 
by the balloons of flesh that lay beneath them.  Jill gave a little toss to 
her head, clearing her long locks from her eyes, and delicately put her lips 
to one of Lisa's budding teats.  
         The eyes of the entire room were now upon the girls, and Jill, her 
already plundered bottom perched for another assault, wondered what sort 
of effect she was having on Mark's rod.  Jill's lips made little sucking 
sounds as she supped at Lisa's bosoms.  The blonde herself began to moan 
very softly, her lips forming a smile of pleasure.  
         Two men walked forward.  Each happened to have his trousers on, and 
they unzipped themselves and pressed their penises into Lisa's upturned 
palms.  Silently she closed her fingers about the offered members, and 
commented appreciatively in a little girl voice on their girth.  She was 
just looking up to make sure it was not Mark she was being asked to hand-
job when a third man placed himself at her face and forced his cock into 
her mouth.  After a moment's hesitation, she accepted him.  With her head 
dangling back over the side of the table, hair falling toward the floor, she 
knew her throat was perfectly positioned to swallow all of him.  And, 
with a bit of concentration, she did.
         Jill's bottom, meanwhile, was poised over the other side of the 
table.  As mentioned before, the table was quite long.  The girls had chosen 
to lie not along its length, but across its width.  Jill herself was actually 
standing on the floor, with only her upper body horizontal.  Now the sight 
of her offered peach proved too much for the men present, and two of them 
arrived at her behind to quarrel over who might be the first to delve 
between its halves.  This in addition to the three that Lisa was already 
entertaining.  Jill, eyelashes demurely lowered, kept suckling upon Lisa's 
tits, whose perky little points rose to meet her.

         At this point the notebook ends.  Nothing further is known of little 
Lisa's adventures.  It is hoped that this pamphlet will assist the wayward 
soul in staying upon the straight and narrow path, the path of the Lord.    

                                                  THE END

                                 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                      A Party for Perversion

                                                Chapter One

         Fellow Christian:  With all the talk lately of "Child Sexual Abuse" 
and "Date Rape," we are forgetting the fundamental perversions in our 
society; adultery, fornication, and the moral outrage committed in private 
homes by "consenting adults."  Following is just such an explication of the 
current rectitudinal crises.  We find ourselves confronted with two 
couples:  Mike and Jane, and Jake and Alison.  They are soon to enter into 
the bliss of monogamous marriage.  But, thanks to the decadence of our 
society, they decide to share a weekend in an apartment at the beach.  
What follows is both shocking and instructive.  It came to me by way of an 
adulteress, a woman who only lately has come back into the loving arms of 
the Lord.  I present it unedited, so that its full effect may be felt upon 
your person.  As always, pray between chapters, keep Jesus foremost in 
your mind, and contribute as much as you can to the continued expansion of 
his ministry (Visa and Mastercard accepted).

         To the casual observer they looked like two happy, healthy couples 
walking casually into an apartment.  But if one could have read their 
minds, he would have been minded to contact the authorities.  For the 
couples in question had not only copulation on their minds, but a desire to 
transcend the known boundaries of sexual debauchery.  
         Mike was tall and blonde, a surfer/lawyer, and his steady, Jane, was 
a vibrant, seductive brunette.  Jake, an investment banker by trade, had a 
penis as large as his bank account, which was substantial.  His fiancee, a 
college co-ed like Jane, was nubile, lithe, blonde-maned Alison.  As Alison 
was shown into the apartment by Jake the words of Jane came floating 
back to her, spoken on a warm summer morning a few hours ago by the 
beach.
         "There's a lot of things I haven't done," Jane whispered 
confidentially as she permitted Alison to untie her bikini top, an act 
which had in fact been suggested by Jane.  
         "Me neither," Alison said innocently.  Jane wondered if the girl 
understood the import of what she was trying to convey.
         "But I'd like to do everything, wouldn't you?" Jane asked.  Alison laid 
down on her tummy beside Jane.  The towel beneath her was warm, fuzzy.  
Comforting.  For a moment the two girls laid on their bellies casually 
looking at one another.  The sun bathed them, the beach around them, as 
they lay like twins, side by side, both white, hoping to be tanned.  Then the 
brunette, rising slightly off her belly, reached over and plucked apart the 
drawstrings of Alison's bikini top.
         "Yes, I'd like to have fun every way there is," Alison breathed.  Her 
eyelashes fluttered closed.
         "Even if it might hurt a little bit?" Jane asked.  Her fingers stroked 
the now loose drawstrings off of Alison's bare back.  The blonde's eyes 
opened.
         "What do you mean?" Alison asked.
         "You know, silly, S&M, bondage, that sort of thing.  Wouldn't you like 
to try that too?  Along with all the other things, of course."  Jane smiled 
reassuringly.
         "I, I know Jake is always joking about tying me up and..." Alison let 
her voice die.
         "Listen, Mike got this really great apartment from some guy who's 
going bankrupt," Jane said excitedly.  "It's fairly secluded, and he said to 
me this morning that we ought to get a couple to move in there with us for 
a few days and really have a wild time before it has to be turned over to 
the bank."  
         Alison's mind jumped back to the present moment as she was 
ushered into the apartment Jane had spoken of on the beach.  It was cool, 
shadowed, a welcome refuge from the heat outdoors.  "Here it is, our very 
own den of iniquity," Mike grinned.  Alison, now in clothes instead of a 
bikini, took in her surroundings.  The apartment was spacious, paneled 
with wood, and carpeted wall to wall with a plush tan rug.  Expensive 
paintings of nude or semi-nude men and women hung amidst the shadows 
of the flat.  Other paintings were more mundane, featuring animals in 
jungle settings.  But one painting, nearby, showed a lone woman, bereft of 
clothing, about to embrace a large, virile wolf.  
         "This fellow had rather provocative tastes," Mike said.  "Apparently 
he tried to create a porno empire and failed."
         "I still wonder if we should mess with this place," Jake said.  "I 
mean, it doesn't belong to any of us."
         "All the more reason to enjoy it," Mike said.  "I know you work for a 
bank, dude, and are partial to creditor's interests, but it doesn't hurt to let 
your pants down once in awhile."  Everyone in the little group couldn't help 
but catch Mike's double entendre, and it seemed to settle the matter.  
Alison noticed that Mike had a substantial bulge in his pants.  She glanced 
at her own "hubby," as she liked to call him, and saw that the area of his 
crotch was still unobtrusive.  But Alison had little doubt that should both 
men be encouraged to display, her own sweetheart's tool would easily 
prove the larger.   
         Jane took Alison's hand in her own as the couples walked deeper into 
the apartment.  Jake parted from Alison to study a mounted lion's head 
close up with Mike, a sight which Alison found somewhat revolting.  She 
imagined her own head there, but with eyelashes closed and lips parted to 
receive.  Perhaps even her breasts would be preserved, dangling down to be 
fingered by the passing paramour.
         Upon rounding a corner a wall of implements came into view.  A 
selection of whips, paddles, riding crops, tawses, and other tools of 
torture were displayed upon the wall, but held in such a way that they 
could be readily removed.  Alison gasped.  Jane, having already been 
apprised of the display, faked a gasp of her own.
         "I told you this guy was different," Mike said.  Alison cast her eyes 
toward her "husband," as she often called him to herself.  His crotch now 
sported a substantial protuberance.  Alison trembled.  If her lover had 
interests that ran to the kinky, there would be no escape for her.

                                  IS GOD A MAN OR A WOMAN?

         Dear Joe, You seem to have a special relationship with God (or 
somebody).  So answer me this:  is God a man or a woman? - Puzzled in 
Peoria.

         Dear Puzzled, Thank you for your most excellent question.  To answer 
it, I had to die, but this was no big problem.  I did not have to call in Jack 
Kevorkian, or even spend $19.95 on Final Exit.  I simply walked through a 
leafy American suburb and, not being a man obviously yoked to a woman, I 
was killed within 5 minutes as a �suspected child molester.�  Hence, I 
took a quick trip to Heaven, where I spoke with God.
         I am here to tell you that God is neither a man nor a woman.  God is a 
little girl.  When I approached her holy throne, she was playing with Play-
Doh.  �What are you, the Lord, doing playing with Play-Doh?� I asked God.

God (g):  It�s how I created you, dingbat -- playing with mud.  I�ve moved 
upscale, now.  The next race of humans is going to be made of quality 
stuff!
Me (hj):  You look pretty young to be God.  Pardon my asking, but are you 
potty trained?
g:  Not yet.  That�s why you have rain.
hj:  I�m afraid I�m a bit of a �doubting Thomas.�  Mind if I ask you a really 
tough question?
g:  Shoot.  It�s not like this is a timed test or anything...
hj:  Uh, yeah.  Scientists are trying to discover the fundamental nature of 
matter.  What is it?
g:  It is fundamental, dickhead.  My fundament produces matter.
hj:  You mean, like rocks?
g:  Yes.  Rocks are the �peanuts� in my turds.  The rest is dirt.  Now you 
know why I�m moving up to Play-Doh.
hj:  You mean I�m made out of shit?
g:  Yes, and Hillary Clinton too.  �Dust to dust,� you know.  Don�t worry, the 
next First Lady will be able to say, �I�m made out of Play-Doh!�
hj:  When will the earth end?
g:  Next week.  I�ll be implementing my Play-Doh plan then.  Plus, I�m tired 
of making humans.  Next we will have cockroaches ruling the earth.  
They�re more survivable anyway.  If they invent the A-Bomb, I won�t have 
to worry about them irradiating themselves to death.  Plus, there will be 
no pornography.  Can you imagine anybody buying a copy of PlayRoach?
hj:  Well, it�s been really eye-opening--
g:  Careful.  If you use that word around a little girl somebody might think 
you�re a pervert...
hj:  Uh, it�s been really cool talking to you, little Miss Master of the 
Universe, and it�s nice that you answered my questions in less than an 
eternity, �cause Playboy�s Wet and Wild XIII is going to be on T.V. tonight 
and I don�t want to miss it!
g:  Hmmm, you did have a rather short life.  Tell you what, there�s no point 
in sending you back to your current time.  It�s going to fry in less than a 
week.  I�ll send you back to an earlier era, so you have plenty of time to 
enjoy yourself.
hj:  Wow.  I�ve always been interested in philosophy.  Could you send me 
back to the era of Socrates?
g:  Done!  Adios, Amigos!

         So I am now a pedophile living with Socrates in Athens.  We and the 
rest of the ruling class have an abnormal interest in little boys� bodies, 
but don�t worry, we are formulating the works of Plato which will guide 
you, dear reader, in orchestrating your modern world.  You know, according 
to fundamental issues like �Right� and �Wrong� and stuff like that.  But, 
I�m warning you, if you don�t follow our path correctly, you will get fried 
next week by God herself.

         p.s.  Late word from God.  She says, �For the sake of NAMBLA, I will 
spare earth.�  (Oh yeah, it�s not Gays in the Bible who are bad, it�s Guys.  A 
mistranslation, she says.  Adam tempted Eve, she says, �Which no gay 
would EVER have done!�)

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