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ÒAre you into pain?Ó we asked him, our voices chiming together.
ÒWhat?Ó he replied. His swimsuit grew an instant tent.
ÒAre you into pain?Ó Kate asked him again. Her voice was no-
nonsense, insistent.
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Las Vegas Lust
Chapter Four
We stepped into the room reserved for my denouement and there I
saw a large bed in the shape of a heart. At its head a portable T.V. set had
been placed amongst the pillows. Gina and Monique turned down the bed's
red cover. Beneath lay pink satin sheets. The girls looked up and smiled
at me. Gina gave a wave of her hand, beckoning me to mount the mattress.
There was no need for me to undress.
I crawled onto the bed like a little girl. The hem of my skirt played
along the curve of my bottom as I kneed my way to the headboard. The
lower halves of my bottomcheeks wiggled invitingly.
Gina placed her hand upon the top of my head. She pressed
downward, urging me to bury my face in the pillows. Monique flipped up
the back of my skirt. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Joe flipping a
quarter. Steve won. He dropped his pants and mounted the bed behind me.
Joe also relieved himself of his trousers and got on the bed beside me.
Gina clipped a Lavalier microphone to my blouse. They would record
my moans as I was pillaged! Joe drew up my blouse until my breasts fell
out underneath it. The garment hung uselessly about my shoulders, doing
nothing now except holding the microphone that would record my cries.
Joe tweaked my nipples with his fingers.
The T.V. set was, of course, right in front of my face. Gina retreated
to the camera, which stood on a tripod near the bed. Steve's penis loomed
up at me on the T.V. set. Gina was doing a close up of his loins. His dick
stood out starkly from the band of white flesh that traversed his hips.
Above and below his tummy and thighs were deeply tanned.
Upon first entering the room I had noticed a night table positioned
halfway down the side of the bed. I had wondered at this, as usually such
tables are to be found at the head of a bed. Now, as Monique flipped up the
shade on the lamp which sat atop the table, its positioning became clear
to me. The lamp, its shade tilted, shone directly upon the moon of my
bottom! Gina dollied her camera around for a shot of my bottom. Suddenly
my own anus was staring me right in the face on the T.V. screen! I saw
Steve's finger come to it, coated with KY jelly. Simultaneously I both felt
the cool of the jelly and watched it being applied! I shivered.
Steve's finger became ever more insistent at my back door. First he
merely smeared the salve over my sphincter. Then, getting more, he
pressed his fingertip within. Obviously, since I had never taken a man
there before, he wanted me well greased for his entry. Joe, meanwhile,
took a bit of the cool creme between his fingers and applied it just to the
buds of my erect nipples. They tingled deliciously.
Steve refrained from sticking his finger up my bottom. Apparently
he wanted his dick to be the very first thing I would ever feel going up my
heinie. He left off oiling me and palmed the pert cheeks of my bottom,
savoring their last moments of virgin chastity. Monique took up the jar of
jelly and sat beside Steve on the bed. She dipped her hand in the creme
and began lubing Steve's pole.
"Grease me good," Steve said to Monique. "This is going to be her
first time." Monique purred appreciatively as she rubbed down Steve's
dick. He watched her, looking down at his manhood as it grew ever more
shiny with the oil. Fortunately he had come once already, and could handle
the attention...from being hand jobbed to being displayed on the T.V., all
while I squirmed in my innocence before him, stifling my moans as Joe
worked my little nipple buds. Perhaps to take his mind off Monique's
ministrations, or perhaps only out of unrequited lust, Steve bent forward
and began rubbing his unshaven face over the lower half of my heinie. I
sucked in my breath. It felt like my bottom was being rubbed with
sandpaper!
Finally, at Melinda's urging, Monique left off greasing Steve's dick.
He straightened up. I watched with fearful trembles as the head of his
dick came to my puckered anus. The erotic scene shone right in my eyes,
on the T.V. in front of me.
Chapter Five
Suddenly Melinda called a halt to the proceedings. That Steve obeyed
was surprising, but he did. No doubt the flagellum in Melinda's hand helped
persuade him.
"Your performance has been viewed with approval by the casino's
owner," Melinda said. My mind raced. What did she mean? Was I not the
only one viewing the plight of my bottom? Was I being transmitted over
closed circuit T.V. to another part of the hotel? I shuddered at the thought
of my bottom looming big on a wide screen T.V. hung up in the bar. I
prayed that my anus had entertained a more private audience. "Your
presence in the flesh is requested," Melinda said. "Total nudity will be
appreciated."
Steve cursed, but Monique's hands came to his dick and she tugged
him from the bed. She had to use both her hands, and would have lost in
her attempt to pull him by his pole, save for the fact that her fingers were
able to find purchase on the slippery skin by hooking round the flange.
Steve obviously wished he had not been circumcised.
Joe too found that his erect rod made a useful tool for ensuring his
compliance. Gina tugged upon him, also finding the flange at the base of
his crown made his slipping free less possible. Joe himself had not yet
been greased, but Gina picked up the open jar of KY jelly from the bed,
apparently intending to oil him up on the way to our new destination.
Melinda bent over me and gently drew my blouse over my shoulders.
It was not entirely without remorse that I clambered off the bed and stood
up then, looking back at my blouse, still with microphone attached, lying
upon a pillow. Melinda unzipped my dress and off it came, leaving my
bottom without even its symbolic protection. Steve and Joe were stripped
of their shirts and ties by Monique and Gina.
Once more we left the safety of our suite, but this time two female
guards stood in the hall, apparently to protect us from prying eyes. The
uniformed women were no mere shambling rent-a-cops, however. They
were stunningly beautiful and were outfitted in black leather weskits
accessorized by over the knee and over the elbow boots and gloves. I
wondered if they didn't need someone to guard them in turn. They
communicated by walkie-talkie to our unseen host.
We entered an elevator which contained a third female guard. She
pressed buttons on the console inside the elevator which I knew insured
our travelling without stopping. While I might blush at being seen by the
guards, I would not be subjected to the eyes of other guests.
The elevator lurched upward. I watched the lights above the door as
it rose. On either side of me stood my two steeds, their breath hot with
restrained passion. Their pricks stood out in all their naked glory, shiny
with the jelly. My anus felt wet and violated, despite its reprieve. I
shivered at the thought that the restraint straps which I still wore might
be put to use by someone I hadn't even met yet.
The elevator doors opened and the guard stepped out to escort us
down a hall. Melanie followed behind, her eyes on our bottoms (or so it
felt), her whip swishing as she walked.
A door opened before us and we stepped inside to find a private
gambling room. It was equipped with every gaming device found on the
main floor, but this one was obviously not meant to be frequented by the
guests...unless, of course, they were invited and came in the nude. We
were greeted by a big, burly man in a white suit who smoked a smelly
cigar. He gave all three of us, Steve, Joe, and me, an admiring look, as if
we were his children having just stepped from the bath. Gina slipped into
his arms and gave him a passionate kiss, calling him "Daddy," though I
knew he was not her father. Then Gina was shorn from him by Melanie and
she and the man exchanged warm greetings and a quick kiss.
The gaming tables were manned by beautiful young women in
decollete velour pullovers. Matching skirts skimmed the tops of their
thighs. Each was beautifully preened and manicured, making me feel
rather like a nude Red Sonja.
Steve, Joe, and I were ushered up to a blackjack table and the female
dealer regarded us with an air of warm, polite formality, addressing us as
"Sir" and "Ma'am" despite our lack of clothing. Just when Steve and Joe
seemed about to balk at the thought of playing cards instead of fucking
me, Melanie came up behind the hostess and pulled back the two halves of
her camisole. No hint of a bra had been visible between the inner curves
of the girl's breasts, and now I saw why, for when her camisole was pulled
back her melons spilled out in all their bare grandeur.
Perhaps forgetting the maxim that "a bird in the hand is worth two
in the bush," my two paramours seemed entranced by the idea of possibly
fucking not only me but every hostess in the room. As if to massage this
idea, Gina and Monique proceeded to bare the breasts of the remaining
girls. Soon Melanie, Gina, and Monique were the only females in the room
not displaying some aspect of their charms. Gina sat down in "Daddy's" lap
and I figured she would not long remain among the modest.
Soon Steve and Joe were in a raging battle at the blackjack table,
each spurred on to beat the other. Perhaps they were competing for my
affection, perhaps they were responding to the tantalizing jiggling of the
hostesses' breasts as she dealt them cards. In any event, I eventually left
them to pursue some gambling of my own.
We had each been handed a bucket of chips at our entry, with the
assurance that no matter how much we lost, more would be supplied. It
seemed a decent deal to me...I walk around naked and in turn, if I play
smartly, I have enough money to cruise through the rest of my first year
of college without working. I wondered if "Daddy" would require anything
more substantial of me before we were allowed to leave. I glanced over
my shoulder and noticed with satisfaction that that Gina was stripped
down to her bra and panties now and was squirming in the man's lap in a
way that ensured his prick would not be kept at bay much longer.
My breasts jiggled merrily as I took to pulling upon the lever of a
flashy slot machine. I put in chips and, when I won, silver dollars came
cascading out. There were two slots on the machine, one for chips and the
other for the flashy round dollars. Slowly I traded off all my chips for the
dollars, which I liked better. Soon I needed a second bucket to hold my
winnings, and when that had been provided I continued gambling away.
THE END
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Erotic Estate
Chapter One
Lisa gazed in awe at the mansion as Jeff pulled up the gravel drive.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the blue suited gatekeeper close the
wrought iron, ornately detailed gate. The grounds surrounding the mansion
could only be described as lush. It had taken a lot of money to build this
place, and it took a lot more to maintain it.
As a college freshman majoring in business Lisa had dreamed of
becoming a financial success and having a substantial home of her own.
But the palatial estate laid out before her oozed of old money. It was in
the vines that covered the rock hewn walls of the house, it was in the
neatly clipped hedgerows that snaked across the front lawn, it was even
in the wind that rustled the old elms along the perimeter of the yard.
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GOD: AN INTERVIEW
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Recently I learned that God was gay, so I figured I better hurry if I
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hj: Good Eternity, your Gayness.
G: Hello, joe. IÕve heard a few things about you...
hj: Um, are you a queer?
G: Well, I see you humans did finally unearth the *correct* version of the
Bible...
hj: Why did you create us?
G: Good question. I was lonely. So I created Adam to keep me company.
Then, he was lonely. (I couldnÕt be with him all the time. ItÕs a big
universe.) So, having created Adam in my image, which kept me plenty
happy, I created another Adam in AdamÕs image to keep HIM happy!
hj: Did it work?
G: No, you idiot! ThatÕs why youÕre here!
hj: Oh yeah...
G: I screwed up Adam. I mean, the duplicate Adam, which I called Steve,
to tell the two of them apart. Except Steve came out missing the ÔstÕ and
his dick and balls. Also, he was kind of a fatty, with tits. You know how
fat guys look.
hj: Uh, yeah. ThatÕs why I wear a shirt at the beach.
G: Well, we didnÕt have any shirts in the Garden of Eden. So, anyway, I
told Adam, ÒYou can fuck anything you want in this Garden. Just donÕt fuck
SteveÕs (that is, EveÕs) vagina.Ó For obvious reasons, you know. Adam can
shoot his wad in anything and it donÕt matter. But if he shoots his wad in
EveÕs vagina, we got a problem. Specifically, we got Cain and Abel, and
murder, and well, you know the rest of the story. We wind up with some
damn pervert named holy joe!
hj: So, like, since Eve had a perfectly good butthole, why did Adam fuck
her vagina?
G: The Devil, you idiot.
hj: Oh, yeah. I donÕt attend church much. The porno storeÕs open on
Sundays now!
G: Anyway, I threw them both out of the Garden of Eden for Adam getting
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Hillary.
hj: So could I talk to Mrs. God?
G: Mrs. God? There is no Mrs. God! ThereÕs me, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.
All three of us are gay men. Even the angel Gabriel is a man! There are no
damn women in charge up here! The Virgin Mary was herself a virgin,
remember! She got impregnated through my Spirit, not by some man
fucking her vagina!
hj: Oh, yeah. I always wondered how that happened...
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e-zine! WhereÕs Charlie Rose?
hj: He should be coming along shortly...
So there you have it, readers! Never mind a biography of God, I outed
him! ItÕs too bad God isnÕt allowed to join our military or weÕd really kick
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Sarah looked toward the sky and the gathering clouds. Sheet
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ÒI know,Ó she said quietly, and put the jeep into first gear.
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