Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 40
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter One
"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. If she
loved him (and there was no question of that), sooner or later she would
have to surrender to his more bizarre desires. Alison hoped that this
would not be the night she would be called upon to perform in such a
manner, but could feel in her tummy that it might well be. She couldn't
imagine two strapping young men like Mike and Jake allowing a whole wall
full of torture equipment to go to waste.
Outside the sun sank low on the horizon and a coolness became
apparent in the apartment.
"Shall we turn on the heat?" Alison asked, hoping to take the men's
minds off the wall.
"Let's try a fire first," Mike said. "Jake, there are some cut logs out
on the porch. Why don't we bring them in and see if we can get something
going?"
Jake had no sooner agreed than Jane asked Alison if she would like
to help her mix up some drinks at the bar. Alison agreed.
A few minutes later a fire was roaring, casting its radiant warmth
throughout the living room. Mike and Jake were seated on a bearskin rug
with Jane and Alison, all of them neatly holding chilly demitasses of fine
wine. While mixing the drinks Jane had undone the top half of the row of
buttons down the front of her blouse. Her breasts, lacking any bra, were
now barely held back. Every time she bent forward her ample bosoms
threatened to spill out. Alison, also without a bra but with her buttons
still secure, wondered how long it would be before Jane's breasts were
out in the open. And calculating that gave her a good estimate of how long
her own modesty might be preserved.
"You poor boys are so aroused by that wall full of torture
equipment...I can tell," Jane said to the men. They glanced somewhat
embarrassedly down at their projecting crotches. "Don't you think they
should be allowed to unzip themselves?" Jane asked Alison. "We wouldn't
want them to be uncomfortable." Alison nodded slightly, wordlessly.
"Here, let me do it," Jane said to Jake. She leaned forward, breasts
topping the opening of her blouse, and unzipped Alison's fiancee as if she
were his mother and he a little boy. Almost reflexively, as if to get
revenge, Alison leaned forward and undid Mike's zipper.
Jane looked across at Alison and smiled. One of her breasts slipped
from its tenuous halter. The brunette deftly reached into Jake's pants and
drew forth his rod. Alison blushed slightly as she vengefully copied the
brunette. Mike's erect penis hove into view, and almost as if she had
drawn forth a stick of dynamite, Alison pulled back her hand and sat up
straight once more. But Jane had other ideas.
"Ohhh, it's sooo big," Jane marveled at Jake's rod. It was indeed an
impressive shaft of muscle, almost intimidating. "Now I know why you're
marrying Jake," Jane cooed. Alicia, her cheeks already pink, turned a
shade deeper. Jane stroked the meaty flesh with her lacquered fingertips.
She bent forward and kissed the top of the helmet, right above Jake's pee
hole.
Jane sat up straight. As if to regain her decency she coyly slipped
her blouse back over her one free breast. But her nipples beneath were
now visibly erect. Alison's were also.
"We should plan our evening. How shall we begin?" Jane asked
straightforwardly. Alison was astonished at this frank admission of what
lay ahead. She felt herself sinking into resignation.
The men threw out several ideas, many of them promising a quick
climax of their own needs while, in true male fashion, neglecting the
erogenous makeup of the girls. Jane reigned them in, however, and led
them into a spirited discussion of how this flat might be employed to
experience the supreme decadence. As the discussion resolved upon a
debate, from which Alison was largely absent, of whether it would be
more dirty to pee first or whip each other first, or, possibly, whip each
other while they peed, Alison felt herself growing heated. Jane too was
hot, and not just from the fire.
"It's getting warm in here. I think I'll take off my blouse," Jane said.
But before she could act Jake leaned forward, undid her remaining buttons,
and, slipping the blouse from her shoulders, kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Do you need help?" Mike asked Alison as she reached for her own
buttons.
"No," Alison said diffidently. Mike sat back and contented himself
with a display of Alison undoing her upper garment. All this while he also
relished the display his naked, erect penis was making. Alison pulled the
two opened halves of her blouse back, revealing her lily white mammaries.
The cherry nipples jiggled slightly. While Jane had shucked off her blouse,
leaving it in a pool on the bearskin behind her, Alison kept hers on. Alison
smiled wanly at Mike.
"I'd like to see your chest," the blonde said. Both Jane and Mike
expressed enthusiasm at Alison's initiative. Mike undid the buttons of his
shirt, while Jane leaned forward to help Jake take off his shirt.
Alison felt jealous at Jane and Jake's easy association. She didn't
want to encourage Mike's intentions by helping him out of his shirt (though
she liked him). She still wanted to remain her own master. But she had to
strike back at Jane, whom she feared was impressing Jake a bit too much.
"I'm still hot," Alison said in a whisper, to no one in particular. Jane
was still giggling with Jake as Alison lifted up her leather miniskirt and
slipped down her lacy panties. Mike captured the panties in his hand as
they crossed over her ankles. He pulled them off her spiked high heels. A
moment later Alison undid her miniskirt and pulled it off, casting it aside
onto the carpet. Mike was fully ensconced in viewing her, and even Jake
looked up from Jane's attentions to look at her. Jane continued to tease
Jake's manhood but did not follow Alison's lead in undressing. Jane had
not worn any underwear to begin with (something which had continually
drawn Jake's attention to her upper thighs all evening), and apparently
wanted to retain this last thread of moderation for at least a little while
longer.
"Well, as long as we're reasonably agreed on starting off with a pee
party, I suggest we have some more to drink," Mike said. Everyone laughed
and the girls got up to refill the couples' glasses at the bar. The two men
sat in awe of the females as the girls got up and sashayed on stiletto
heels to the serving counter, Alison cloaked in a shirt but with bottom
bare, Jane with bottom covered but curving back stripped bare for all to
admire. The men themselves were bare chested, their cocks pronging
forth into the warm air and throbbing. The men pulled off their pants.
Upon pouring the drinks the girls returned, but each held three
glasses.
"Are we expecting company?" Jake asked, but Jane only giggled. Both
girls knelt, handed each man his glass, set aside her own, and proceeded to
take the remaining glass and dip her respective man's penis in it.
The men reacted with pleasant shock. Their penises were quite
warm, almost burning, to the touch. The liquor was chilled. Only the front
part of each man's prong could fit into the glass, but it was enough to
create a delectable sensation. Jane took her glass and, still holding Jake's
prick, now poured the contents over his entire shaft. Alison did the same
with Mike's penis.
The reader might expect at this point that the couples would fall
into outright lovemaking. But this was to be no ordinary evening. The
stage was still being set, the actors still being primed. Jake and Mike
swilled down their drinks as the girls sat back and drank their own. Then
Mike and Jake, stating that much more was needed to fill their bladders,
rose and went to the bar. They each returned with a bottle, and sat down
in front of their respective girl.
"I want you bare-assed naked for this," Jake said to Jane. Without
knowing exactly what Jake had in mind, the girl reached to undo her skirt.
"It would be best if you took your blouse off. Especially if you want
to wear it later," Mike said to Alison.
"I sure do, it's the only thing I have," Alison replied. With an
inquiring glance at Jake she pulled the open garment from her shoulders
and set it aside. Mike picked it up and put it behind him.
"Now, I think if we drink all of this we'll be ready for some major
peeing," Mike said, sticking a corkscrew in his bottle as Jake did likewise.
Alison wondered when she would wear her blouse again. Tomorrow?
Sunday? Three days from now? When would she finally have to reassume
her modesty and face society? When would she be permitted to? None of
them had brought a change of clothes, yet it seemed apparent that they
would be staying the entire weekend. Alison had a feeling her clothes
would still be fresh Monday morning.
Suddenly the two bottles popped their corks and the each man
directed a spray of champagne at the girl across from him. The foam
splattered the females' breasts. The girls squealed. Each demurely
refrained from attempting to block the spray with her hands.
Soon the stream from each bottle subsided. The girls, their breasts
remarkably cool now, sat with smiles on their faces and foam decorating
their otherwise bare mammaries. Alison wondered if it would not be
champagne but semen dripping from her breasts in a few short hours. Her
bosoms quivered. Droplets fell from her pointed nipples. Mike produced a
camera seemingly from nowhere and clicked a picture of each girl's
breasts. He waited as the Polaroid developed and slid out of the camera.
Each girl was handed a photo of herself and cooed over it.
After allowing a few moments to let the sight of each girl's foam
lathered breasts soak in, the champagne running in tiny rivulets down into
their neat pubic curls, the men, in unison, leaned forward and began
licking the liquor from the ladies' bosoms. Jake's hands cupped Jane's
breasts, but Mike's gripped Alison's naked upper thighs. Each girl found
herself playing with her fingers in the hair on each man's head.
As the licking progressed Jane let one of her hands slip from atop
Jake's head and reached for his cock. Jake, sensing the brunette's desire,
thrust his hips forward slightly and allowed her to take possession of his
tool. Alison, catching wind of what was going on between the two,
reached for Mike's penis and found it. Both girls gently frigged their
respective man. The men continued licking.
"Ready to pee yet?" Jane asked of Jake. Her own hips gave a squirm.
"Yeah," Jake said, keeping his attention on her lovely breasts. "My
bladder feels pretty full."
"Not to mention your balls," Jane said, slipping her hand from his
cock to his testicles. Jake fidgeted and came up for air.
"I have to go too," Alison said to Mike, looking into his eyes.
"Let's go then," Mike said. He and Alison rose, and Jake and Jane
followed suit. The four of them stood there, taking in the beauty of each
other's nudity. The fire cast flickering images over their bodies. The
men's penises pulsated while the girl's breasts quavered. Jane reached for
Alison's small hand and enclosed it in her palm. Alison looked at her for
encouragement.
MORE CRAP FROM PLAYBOY
But itÕs new, improved crap!
by Deep Thought
PlayboyÕs Sensual Fantasy for Lovers, $27.95, VHS.
Review: This is one of those Òfor loversÓ tapes that Playboy puts
out, intended for couples. For some reason Playboy sells these tapes for
about $10.00 more than its ÔordinaryÕ Playmate tapes. (Which are usually
$19.95). These Òfor loversÓ tapes are no better or worse than PlayboyÕs
ÔordinaryÕ tapes, so I have no idea why they charge more for them, but they
have always done so. None of the girls featured on this tape are ÔofficialÕ
Playboy Playmates, although two of them have been featured in other
Playboy productions.
This tape begins with a truly gorgeous Ôgood girlÕ blonde who meets
a guy in a pool hall and makes him her sex slave for the weekend. He
washes her hair, she puts a dollop of cream on her nipple and he licks it
off. Then he takes off her panties with his teeth and eats her pussy.
(Whether he really eats her pussy or not I couldnÕt quite tell. Perhaps Bob
Dole and Ralph Reed will examine this tape for us and give us a Ôfinal
determinationÕ as to what actually happens.)
The next segment involves a girl with a really small chest, but she
is quite small herself, and could easily pass for a 12-year-old, so all is
not lost. (This tape is subtitled, ÒHow to experience your secret
desires.Ó) They go horseback riding and then mate in a stable. The best
shot is probably of her being ÔlovedÕ by the man while, in the immediate
background, a horse is munching away on some hay. I thought that was a
really cool, inventive shot. They should put shots like that in porn videos
(which this tape is not) instead of just Ôplumbing shotsÕ of people
screwing. Like the girl in the first segment, this girl (who is a brunette)
is very attractive. A special note for women and gays: the man in this
video hoses himself off with a hose, standing in a field stark naked. I
donÕt get off on men but, if you want my opinion, it is a really great shot
that most women would happily ÔcumÕ over (not to mention gays).
Next up is a luscious blonde that you have probably seen many times
in PlayboyÕs various videos. She is not as perfectly beautiful as the two
previous girls, but she is cute and she has nice tits. (Note to feminists:
these are the main criteria us guys use in evaluating women. As for all
that slop youÕre trying to sell us, forget it. What we are interested in is a
cute face, nice (large) tits, and a good ass on top of some long legs. That
is all that is required of you. Check the rest at the door, please.) I feel
the best part of this segment was where the girl was blowing bubbles
(actually blowing AT bubbles created by the man with a bubble-blower).
However, that part was omitted from the main segment and only appears
for about half-a-second at the end. Too bad. It is really fun watching her
tits wiggle around as she tries to blow those bubbles. (In fact, itÕs the
reason I bought this tape, because IÕd seen that part in an ad on Playboy
T.V.) IÕve been cheated again, Mr. Hefner! (And youÕre well over your
Biblical 490 limit, too!)
Moving right along: the next segment is a total waste. Some old
lady in a hotel room has phone sex with some old man next door. GOD, does
this lady look UGLY when she smiles! I was thinking, ÒWell, sheÕs not that
bad.Ó And then she smiled. Usually I like smiling. But this woman looks
like a total dork when she smiles. This segment is good for vomiting, not
for much else.
Finally, we have some reasonably attractive semi-Oriental woman
who slips away at a party to have (visually useless) sex with her lover. It
would have been so nice for this woman and her lover to be discovered by
another woman and her lover. (Come to think of it, it would have been
even nicer if every man in this video was replaced by a woman!) This
segmentÕs best part is when the man is looking into the womanÕs dress (at
her tits) and when he is zipping her dress back up after sex. Otherwise, it
is pretty fucking useless.
Summary: The first time I watched this tape I thought it was really
fucking great. The second time I (tried) to watch this tape I thought it
was really fucking slow and boring. Even the first segment, with the
gorgeous blonde, I found to be almost unwatchable. The segments are too
Ôsafe.Õ They go farther than any other Playboy segments IÕve ever seen
(more or less), but they are so trite and predictable. A little more
imagination would have been welcome. (Hey, itÕs a tape, you oughta be
able to do whatever you want. You donÕt need plumbing shots of people
actually fucking to make it imaginative. And you can always imply more
than you actually do.)
One again I am forced to conclude that this tape is only really good
for a Friday night, all-male poker game. I canÕt really imagine a couple
watching this tape. Most guys who would watch a stupid tape like this
would feel inferior to the males in the tape, and most girls dating such
guys would feel inferior to the women. Hence, if any tape were selected,
it would probably be some 99¢ butt-fucking tape from the rental store,
featuring ordinary guys and gals doing kinky things. (Probably it would
even be one of those homemade videos, featuring real husbands and wives
Ôdoing it.Õ)
The only reason I can see to buy this tape is either A) for the
gorgeous blonde or B) for the Ò12-year-oldÓ brunette or C) for fans of the
blonde in segment number three who is blowing the bubbles. (YouÕll
recognize her the minute you see her if you have any familiarity at all
with Playboy tapes--they use her a lot. Traditionally she plays the Ôgood
girl, cute girlÕ character.)
Another complaint I have with PlayboyÕs videos is that, since
Playboy is now being run by a woman, they try real hard to get as much
ÔmanÕ into each video as possible. My opinion is this: Playboy needs to
decide that it is a ÔgirlieÕ video producer, and get the dudes the fuck out of
its tapes. If it wants a ÔguysÕ tape, it should make (separate) tapes of
TWO MEN getting it on. You see, in my humble opinion, women would rather
watch two men fucking, and men would rather watch two women fucking.
It is really annoying to be looking at some gorgeous girlÕs tits and then
see some manÕs hairy arm pass over them. Also, these endless shots of
guyÕs faces really turn me off. One minute I am jacking off over some
luscious babe, and the next minute (without warning!) I am jacking off
over some fucking manÕs face. What a load of crap! Do you think I want to
be a faggot? If I want to be a faggot, I will buy gay tapes, not Playboy
tapes. So if Playboy wants guys in its videos, it should make videos with
only men in them, and I will happily avoid them. (I wonÕt even tell you how
much it pisses me off to find myself jacking off in a Playboy video to
some guyÕs hairy butt!)
Hopefully someday Playboy will get its act together and actually put
out imaginative videos featuring GIRLS ONLY. (For men only, of course!)
(And lesbians, but who gives a fuck about them?) For now, Playboy is still
putting out these expensive, over-produced, imaginatively frigid videos,
and I see no hope of any change coming any time soon.
AND IN THE END...
(t-shirt slogans I donÕt need to see:)
ÒBecause IÕm the mom, thatÕs why.Ó
ÒBecause IÕm the gunman, thatÕs why.Ó
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