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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 62
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Seven
Kimberly was seated in the row in front of Melanie. The blonde could
hear the pinging and zapping of a hand held video game as Kimberly
attempted to see if she could, at least, drive a spaceship whilst under the
influence. From the barrage of juvenile sounds emanating from her seat,
Melanie figured the evil space aliens were faring no better than they ever
had. Just before takeoff, when Melanie figured her ability to scoot over
one seat to be right next to the window in her row was assured, a sultry
redhead appeared at her side and asked to step by. With some
consternation Melanie scooted in her booted feet and let the girl pass. She
was no older than herself, with a figure to match. The girl seated herself
and brushed back her hair. Melanie glanced over at the girl, half at her and
half out the window. The girl was elegantly attired, as swanky as she and
Kimberly. Despite her passion colored hair, the redhead appeared to have
no freckles.
Instinctively Melanie ran her hands over her ribs, smoothing her
ritzy blouse. She glanced down at her torso as she did so. That morning
she and Kimberly had been dressed by Gwen, in clothes of Gwen's choosing,
that Gwen herself had purchased. Kimberly had looked like a little girl
being dressed by her mother as Gwen clothed her, and the brunette had
fussed as much as any little girl would have. Melanie had been more
subdued, feeling an odd sort of intimacy awakening within her. Melanie
stole another glance at the redhead. Something flashed in her mind that
this girl, too, had once been dressed by Gwen. The blonde whore had given
Melanie and Kimberly tips that they could employ when selecting clothes
on their own. Had the redhead somehow benefited from the same
instruction, at an earlier time? Melanie was about to dismiss the thought
from her mind when the redhead looked over at her. There was a knowing
look in the strangers eyes.
"How are your thighs?" the redhead asked softly. A look of shock
spread over Melanie's face. Then she realized, this was the "friend" Gwen
had said she would be passed along to. Melanie felt a sense of revulsion in
the pit of her stomach. She was being forced again, just as she had been
forced when Gwen first had Kimberly put the riding crop to her bottom!
She did not want to be forced anymore. Melanie was just about to reply to
the redhead with a feminine epithet when she noticed a look of naive
tenderness in the girl's eyes. Somehow, this was no madam, no whore
looking for a new disciple. This was a girl just like herself! The redhead
probably had no more experience in the strange ways of the adult world
than she did, Melanie realized.
Melanie softened. "They're all better," Melanie said simply. For a
moment her eyes simply stared into the girl's. Then a sense of the beauty
of the girl's eyes overcame her. This girl could match Melanie on every
aspect of beauty, point by point. Melanie lowered her eyes. "How did you
know?" Melanie whispered.
"I lived with Gwen before you came," the redhead replied. She
extended a gloved hand. "My name's Candy." Melanie took the hand in her
own gloved fingers and lifted her eyes.
"Mine's Melanie."
"I know," the redhead replied.
"YouÑÑyou lived with Gwen?" Melanie asked, feeling awkward.
"Yes. She shooed me out just before she went to rescue you. Said it
was time for me to practice what I'd learned on my own. I think I was
actually put up at the same hotel where you'd been staying. I skied for a
week, pulled a trick..."
"You whored?" Melanie asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah," the redhead smiled.
"What was it like?" Melanie couldn't resist.
"Fun! It was my first time--on my own, without Gwen," Candy said.
"There was a gawky boy staring at me who I normally would have snubbed.
But as I sat in the ski lodge, knowing his eyes were staring at me,
undressing me, I thought, 'Why not make him happy and make a dollar?' I
took his virginity, don'cha know." Melanie giggled. Kimberly's head shot up
and she poked her eyes over the back of her seat.
"What's going on?" Kimberly asked, as the evil space aliens made the
first win of the day against her electronic spaceship.
"Nothing," Melanie chuckled into her hands, her pleasure doubled by
Kimberly's unsatisfied curiosity at the laughter.
As the plane finally broke from the airport and ascended into the air,
Melanie and Candy shared their lives with Gwen with each other, all in
voices low enough to elude Kimberly's ever inquisitive ears. It turned out
that Candy's first trick, under Gwen's tutelage had not involved a beating.
Perhaps Melanie had suffered such a fate only because she was blonde like
Gwen, for in no other respect could Candy be said to be less attractive
than she. In any event, Candy's assignment had been to entertain two men
at once, in front of their wives at an intimate dinner party. Candy had
taken the men in her mouth and pussy. The men had talked of putting her
anus to pillage as well, but Gwen had saved her from that chore.
"Have you ever had anything up your bottom?" Candy enquired of
Melanie.
"No," Melanie said in a hushed voice. "But Gwen had me whipped
there--by my own step sister!"
"Gosh! What did it feel like?" Candy asked, eyes gaping.
"It hurt like the dickens. But afterward I made love to a handsome
stud in Gwen's sauna--while watching another woman get whipped!"
Candy put a hand to her throat. "That's Gwen!" Candy murmured.
"And while I was doing that--you know my sister?--she was making
love to Gwen!" Melanie said. Instead of expressing shock Candy looked
down at her lap and blushed. Melanie suddenly sensed that Kimberly was
not the only female to have been enveloped by Gwen's charms.
"I did that too," Candy admitted.
"How could you?" Melanie asked, shocked.
"It's not so bad," Candy said, looking up again. Her eyes met
Melanie's. "Really. It's soft, and tender, and loving...of course I prefer it
with men!"
"What did you do?" Melanie asked, not wanting to let the subject slip
back to men quite so quickly. Why did she pry further? Was it simple
puritanical interest, like a preacher investigating smut, or (perhaps even
in the case of the preacher) was there an attraction to the thing?
Candy lowered her eyes once more. She was about to speak, then she
leaned forward. Her lips brushed Melanie's ear. Speaking through golden
strands of hair Candy said, "Gwen put on a dildo and fucked me." Melanie
gasped. Candy sat back once more, like a penitent having just discharged a
sin to her priest.
"In your pussy?" Melanie whispered.
"Yes," Candy said. "Very gently...lovingly...and of course the thing
never went limp." Melanie pressed her back to her seat. Her hands pushed
down on the cushion on either side of her bottom as if to steady herself. A
vision of hours and hours of endless fucking from a never-softening penis
rushed through her mind. That was Gwen. Melanie felt a sense of
disappointment as she realized she might never see the blonde temptress
again. The woman had been moving away, with no forwarding address yet
established. Melanie knew she could never submit to being fucked by a
woman with a dildo. Yet with Gwen...so feminine, so alluring, so
understanding even as she made necessary demands of her charges...with
Gwen everything seemed possible. And Melanie knew that everything was.
As the jet lofted eastward it met the night. The cabin lights
dimmed and a light dinner gave way to slumber amidst pillows and
blankets. A tired old movie flickered for the few who cared to watch,
most chose to forego the tinny bleating of the headsets needed to
accompany the film. This was first class. Since the movie was free,
nobody cared about it. A curious game developed between Melanie and
Candy as the night wore on. Melanie, perhaps only not wanting her
newfound friend to think she secretly despised her for her lesbian
encounter, stole over and undid the topmost button on Candy's blouse. The
redhead appeared asleep, but soon after Melanie closed her eyes she
retaliated. A bit later Melanie, thinking surely that this time Candy was
not awake, flipped open another of Candy's buttons. Soon the same fate
befell Melanie at the hands of Candy.
Melanie's fingers were stealing over to Candy's blouse once more
when the redhead's eyes popped open. "You're going to make me look like
more of a whore than you are if you keep doing that," Candy scolded.
Melanie giggled.
"I'm just trying to make you look like what you already are," Melanie
said. "Maybe that stud steward will lay you when we land. It'll pay your
cab fare, anyway." Candy put on a mock scowl.
"There!" Candy cried, attacking Melanie's third blouse button before
the blonde could raise her hands in defense. "Now you can have him
instead." The curve of Melanie's bosom came into view.
"I think we both should have him," Melanie replied. She reached over
and undid Candy's third blouse button. The redhead simply looked at her.
"I don't think you're bold enough to go as far as I can," Candy said.
"I've danced topless before, even though I was underage when I did it. A
few loose buttons on my blouse doesn't even faze me."
"So? I've had water splashed on my tits in a bar before--without a
bra!" Melanie replied.
"Whoa," Candy said, unimpressed. Her fingers flitted to Melanie's
blouse and undid its fourth button from the top. Melanie's satiny black bra
peeped out. "I should wet your boobs now--with my drink."
Was it the alcohol that made the girls act this way? Perhaps this
was why many states had raised the drinking age to 21. Surely the
foundations of civilization were undermined by tipsy girls walking about
in open blouses. Melanie's fingers reached out to Candy's blouse. "I can go
farther than you in this," Melanie said, knowing in her heart she was only
bluffing. Candy's charcoal colored bra appeared between the sundered
halves of her blouse.
"I dare you to leave this plane with five buttons unbuttoned," Candy
said quietly. Sensuously her slim, long nailed fingers slipped the fifth
button on Melanie's blouse. Melanie gazed down as Candy's agile digits
made good on her proposal. Candy gave the halves of Melanie's blouse a
flick with her fingernails for good measure, spreading them. The inner
cups of Melanie's black bra breathed the night air freely.
"I can, but only if you can too," Melanie challenged. Her fingers went
to Candy's blouse and inflicted a similar denouement. When Melanie had
withdrawn her hand Candy lifted a hand to her own blouse. Staring
directly into Melanie's eyes, Candy undid the sixth button on her blouse.
Her bellybutton peeped between its halves.
"Top that," Candy smoldered.
"I-I can't," Melanie breathed, shocked at how far they'd both gone.
"I win," Candy said simply. Melanie flounced back in her seat and
pouted. Once more she had been beaten at erotic games. In the seat in
front of her space aliens screamed as a drunken girl zapped them into
oblivion, winning every time. Melanie pulled the two halves of her blouse
together but did not re-button them.
Melanie and Candy walked side by side as they exited the plane.
Heads held high, they strutted their beauty up the speedway, ignoring the
people waiting at the far end, seemingly oblivious to the curious,
appreciative glances of their fellow passengers.
"Why are your blouses unbuttoned?" Kimberly gushed as the girls
regrouped near a water fountain.
"We challenged each other," Melanie explained, her face blushing even
as she spoke.
"I've heard of girls dressing that way for night clubbing, but-"
Kimberly began.
"Let's go night clubbing!" Candy suggested gaily.
"Yeah!" Melanie replied. Together they hoisted their carry-on bags
once more and made for the airport's lobby. A porter was secured, and the
girl's bags were loaded into a taxi. The porter smiled as the cab fled into
the night. He barely felt the five dollar bill in his fingers. He gazed after
the cab, a dreamy look in his eyes. A bus honked at him to get out of the
road.
The girls, seated three in a row in the back of the cab, decided to
stow their bags at a plush hotel for the night and spend the rest of the
evening partying. Melanie and Candy had tried to persuade Kimberly to sit
up front, but the girl, sensing that she had been left out of secrets on the
plane, insisted on sitting in the back with them. Kimberly had even undone
a few buttons on her blouse to keep up with her sister and Candy.
The girls whispered amongst themselves. "Would you like a tip?"
Kimberly suddenly asked their cabdriver as he closed with their hotel.
"Course," the cabdriver groused.
"Cheers!" the three girls screamed at once, suddenly pulling back the
halves of their shirts and thrusting forth their bra encased boobs. The
cabdriver nearly dropped his cigar into his lap. "We don't have any extra
money," Kimberly explained in her high, girlish voice when the three of
them had finished cracking up over their exposure.
"I'll take that kind of a tip any time," the cabdriver said. He pulled
the cab to a halt at the girl's hotel and gallantly leapt out to help them
from the cab. Taking each girl by the hand he drew her forth. Then he
went back to the cab's trunk and unloaded the girl's bags as a trio of
bellhops rushed forth to relieve the girls of whatever they might find to
be a nuisance, be it heavy bags or clothing.
The front desk was bypassed, the bellhops assuring the girls that
they would handle all the details of their stay for them. One of the
bellhops slipped away for a moment to get a room key, and soon the group
of three girls and three young men was whisking skyward in a hotel
elevator. The girls were shown into a lavish room, one of the bellhops
murmuring something about checking the girls into a cheap room and then
switching keys so they could enjoy a more luxurious stay, free of
additional charge. Despite the generosity of the boys Candy and Melanie
only allowed them to stay long enough to point out the amenities of the
room, which came complete with side-by-side toilets and a heart shaped
tub.
"We're not getting married, boys, we're just sleeping over until the
morning," Melanie said in a disapproving voice as she surveyed the room.
"No, you'll like it here," one of the bellhops urged.
"Well, the bill better be as reasonable as we asked for it to be or
we'll skip out on it," Melanie warned.
"Oh, you'll have no problem with the charge," a bellhop replied. "And
for you girls--room service is free."
"Well, thank you boys, you're very generous," Candy said, ushering
them out. "But we girls must get our beauty rest. I don't think we'll be
needing anything tonight."
"Do you have any booze?" Kimberly asked, speaking, as always, when
she shouldn't. Melanie frowned at her and pointed at hardwood paneling
which hid a wet bar. Candy managed to get the bellhops out and closed the
door on them.
"Do you have any booze!" Melanie said reprovingly as Kimberly drew
back the paneling to reveal a host of little bottles.
"Oh, wow! Hard stuff!" Kimberly gushed.
"You don't need any of that," Melanie said, stepping up beside
Kimberly and cutting off her grasping hands. "You're drunk as a wino
already."
"Oh, let her have a little," Candy said, loosing the final button on her
blouse and slipping out of it. Her large breasts, held tightly by her bra,
bulged above the black fabric in twin mounds of feminine glory. Kimberly,
encouraged, made another grab for the liquor, but Melanie caught her
palms.
"Candy said I could have some," Kimberly, hands imprisoned, whined.
"She's not your sister. I am," Melanie said.
"Step sister," Kimberly corrected.
"All the same, I'm responsible for you," Melanie said. "Now get your
clothes off and climb into bed."
"I thought we were going night clubbing!" Kimberly protested.
"Candy and I are," Melanie said. "You're too young, silly!"
"I'm going to shower and turn in," Candy said. She padded over to the
bathroom and peeked through its doorway. "In fact, I'm going to take
advantage of this place. A heart shaped jacuzzi, mmm!" Candy reached
back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang forth, their cherry tips
wiggling in ecstasy at the sudden release. Quickly Candy shimmied out of
her black skirt and kicked off her pumps. Melanie followed suit, shedding
the blouse that so many men on the way from the airport had longed to see
her without. Kimberly, not even bothering to unbutton her own expensive
blouse, merely yanked it over her head. In a minute the sisters were down
to the clasps on their garters, freeing their stockings as a denuded Candy
stepped into the jacuzzi. A moment later and all three girls were
splashing together in the hot, comforting water of the valentine shaped
tub, enjoying a soothing soak after their long flight.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Slip and Smitty #2, 50¢ Minicomic. Brian Kirk, 93 Sunapee St.,
Springfield, MA 01108. mootcomics@aol.com,
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Review: Nothing to do on the toilet? Read a minicomic. ItÕs not as
heavy as a book, and the ink wonÕt rub off on your hands like the ink in
TIME magazine does. Better quality, more enjoyment. ThatÕs a pretty good
deal, donÕt you think?
Slip and Smitty begins with a very funny ÔindiciaÕ at the bottom of
its cover. The first story is about a time machine. Things get completely
out of control as Smitty duplicates himself. Then all the ÔrealÕ (or are
they duplicate?) Smittys try to kill each other off, to prove that only they
are the real Smitty.
In his contribution, Jeff Patterson gives us a new twist on the
meaning of Stonehenge. Finally, Asinine Head teaches us what not to do at
a party. (Among other things, donÕt urinate on the big guyÕs date, and then
proposition her.)
Send more comics, Brian! (IÕm going to have to use the toilet again
soon...)
AND IN THE END...
If you bother a child you are punished by the new ÒMeganÕs Law,Ó but if
you kill a child you are not.
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