Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 242
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
�Bathtime, girls,� Rose said to us. We ignored her. I spit out mud
and molded it in my hands. Playdoh, colored brown. It was fun. I would
make dinosaurs with it.
�Come, you two, we must get offstage before the audience joins in
the fun,� Rose told us. We gazed up at her with children�s eyes, happy now
in our playpen of mud, two girls suddenly free of the adult world, reduced
to toddlers in a sandbox. �Up,� Rose insisted. We could not stay. We�d
find ourselves joined by men with penises if we did. Reluctantly we let
her pull us up. We got out, tried to brush off the mud, found we only
smeared it over what little whiteness remained of our bodies. As a last
act of vengeance Polly yanked down my nightie.
�Polly!� I blurted, but my nightie was down round my ankles before I
could stop her. She smeared her mudcaked hands over my still unsoiled
tummy, protected before my my nightie.
�Look! Tic Tac Toe,� Polly said gleefully. She drew X�s and O�s on
my belly with her muddy fingers.
�Come, Polly,� Rose said, and gave the girl a slap on her naked behind
to get her attention.
�Owww!� Polly moped. She rubbed her heinie, despite the fact that
she would make herself messier still back there, hoping to assuage the
sting. I took her hand other hand, squeezed it. Together we walked
offstage, she rubbing her butt, me just walking casually, knowing the
audience watched my clinging cheeks jiggle about as I made my exit. Rose
was more circumspect, her bottom a red pattern of stripes, making her
sway her hips more than she wished. Together we stepped from the stage.
Looking behind me, just once, I saw David unzip himself. I heard him
announce to the audience that the show was over. He presented his penis
to them and, as I looked away, he peed on them. I heard several women
scream as his stream gave them an impromptu shower.
With careful steps we descended the staircase back into the safety
of the dressing room. I felt the floodlights of the stage as they slipped
away, one moment illuminating me for all to see, the next unable to pierce
the curtain that closed behind me. A small, but effective curtain, at the
top of the stairs. Beyond it we could clean up, pee, eat, whatever we
wanted, without being offered as entertainment to public view. David
tromped down the steps behind us. He pulled up his zipper. Even he was
through, though perhaps in a more basic way than we were.
Turning, I spotted a small glass shower stall. A woman was just
finishing up cleaning it. She plunked her mop into a bucket. I saw that the
stall was set upon wheels, and could be moved, perhaps out onto the stage,
or anywhere else one pleased. A hose ran from the shower head to a sink.
It was a sink used for washing hair, as in a beautician�s parlor, except
now, with the hose attached, it could provide water to the portable
shower.
�Well,� the woman harumphed to herself, dropping her sponge and
cleaning fluids back into a little cart in which she carried her bucket and
mop. �I do hope I don�t have to scrub this shower stall down again
tonight.� She did not see us coming. She was a woman who appeared to
just be arriving at middle age. Her face was careworn, and I guessed she
must be a single mom, working her way through life to support children
left to her by a lover long gone. She stood, put a hand to the small of her
back, grimaced a little.
�Oho, honey, you ain�t even begun to start workin�,� the lady who�d
done our hair piped up. The cleaning lady turned her head, saw us
approaching.
�Oh, shit!� the cleaning lady swore.
�They got a little muddy, I�m afraid,� Rose said politely to the
cleaning lady of myself and Polly.
�How could they BOTH lose?!� the cleaning lady asked.
�They�re just little girls. You know how little girls are. They find
mud irresistible,� Rose smiled.
�What, you didn�t know they was puttin� on the mud show tonight?�
the beautician asked the cleaning lady? The beautician was laughing and
slapping her thighs. �You cin forgit about strippers with boas, honey.
David�s into REAL entertainment now!�
�Damn, I�ll be here all night cleaning,� the cleaning lady answered as
we stepped past her and inspected the shower stall.
It was old. The glass was yellowed and it was cracked in the upper
corner of one of the panels. Significantly, there was no door or curtain to
the stall. Just three glass walls, with the front utterly open, perhaps so
an audience could see inside. I guessed it was used mostly on stage.
�Get in, girls,� Rose said. She placed her small palms on our
bottoms and urged us to step up into the wheeled stall. �I�ll go after you.�
�What happened to you, honey?� the cleaning lady asked Rose. She
took a lesbian�s interest in Rose�s injured heinie.
�She gave David his money�s worth, and the crowd too,� the
beautician opined.
�Is that sperm or just whipped cream?� the cleaning lady asked
Rose, taking some amusement now in our plight.
�It isn�t your concern,� Rose murmured. She blushed a little. The
beautician laughed again, a harsh laugh. She and the cleaning lady lacked
all culture. But they were, at least, not caked with mud or ass-whipped.
They at least had clothes on.
THE FIRST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
Polly returned to the kitchen. Once again he was shocked to see she
was naked. This was unbelievable! Polly, with her blonde hair and a nice
figure that she was already developing, promised to be one of the royal
bitches on the block in a few years, the kind Jesus could never get dates
with. Yet here she was, quite nude, and quite happy to be in his company.
She fluffed open the towel and laid it neatly on the floor.
�There! You can lie down on that. Then we�ll make a big sundae out
of your dick!� Polly told Jesus.
�Well--� Jesus began. He was looking forward to eating the three
big scoops of ice cream he�d put in a bowl for himself. He wasn�t sure,
pretty as Polly was, that he really wanted to see them dumped on his
genitals. He didn�t relish the idea of eating ice cream after it had been
put on his penis.
�Lie down,� Polly told him. She looked up at Jesus. Her eyes were
big and blue and she wasn�t quite smiling. Instead she looked rather
insistent, and she pointed with one of her small fingers directly at the
towel.
�Okay,� Jesus said. His voice sounded a little high and weak as he
submitted to Polly�s desire. He sat himself down on the towel. It felt
great under his nude butt, all fuzzy and soft, and he imagined himself at
some nudist�s colony. He gazed at little Polly�s enquiring eyes, her head
just a little above his now, and finally he lay back.
It was odd, lying on the floor. His penis stood up rock hard, like
some stalagmite rising from between his thighs.
�Spread your legs,� Polly told him. Jesus opened his thighs to give
her a complete view of himself. He felt the pressure of his legs depart
from his balls. They felt heavy between his legs. Heavy and swollen.
Polly had the right idea, having him open his legs. It wasn�t wise for him
to lie there with his legs squeezing his balls. He might lose control of
himself.
�Mmmm, now it�s time for a little ice cream,� Polly said to Jesus.
She reached up, standing on tip-toe, and pulled the box of ice cream down
from the counter. Then she saw Jesus had put the scoops he�d made into
the bowls, not leaving them in the box. She set the box aside on the floor
and reached up and brought down the bowls. �I see you want some
chocolate syrup and some butterscotch on your dick too, and some
strawberries,� Polly said to Jesus.
�Well...� Jesus said.
�Shhh! If my brother comes home he might hear us,� Polly warned.
She walked away for a moment, went to the door of the kitchen, closed it.
Jesus heard her press in the button on the door�s handle that locked it.
�There, that should give us some piracy,� Polly said. He heard her bare
feet slapping on the floor as she returned to him. She placed a foot
between his legs. She looked down at him, her belly sticking out, her
hands on her hips. Jesus felt as if he�d just been captured and conquered
by some pint-sized Amazon woman. She smiled. �I like having you as my
boyfriend,� she said to Jesus. Then she put her other foot between his
legs. He was afraid she might step on his balls, but her small feet just
barely missed doing that.
Polly sat her fat little bottom down on the towel between Jesus�
opened legs. He felt like some woman having a gynecological exam, with
little Polly sitting nurse-like between his thighs. She stared at his
swollen cock. She touched her finger to its tip.
�Do you have to pee?� she asked. �There�s something coming out of
you.�
�No...� Jesus said. He looked down at himself. Atop his rigid pole a
drop of pre-cum had exuded from his pee slit. �All guys make that,� Jesus
said. �It�s-- it means I have to, you know...�
�Well, don�t do it here!� Polly told him. �Go to the bathroom if you
have to pee!� She seemed about to get up.
�No, I don�t have to pee--� Jesus said.
�Oh, it�s like when my brother looks at those magazines,� Polly
mused. She put a finger to her cheek. �He yanks on his thing, I think, at
least that�s what my friend Sally told me. He yanks on his thing and then
white stuff comes shooting out, all over the bathroom, and he has to spend
an hour cleaning it up!� Polly erupted in giggles. When she finally settled
down, Jesus lying nervously on the towel with her between his legs, she
eyed his penis again.
�Keep control of yourself,� Polly warned. �I�m going to make you all
tasty. But if you shoot out your naughty stuff, then you�ll have to go to
prison!�
�Yeah,� Jesus answered. He wondered if little Polly might not
benefit from some judicious punishment, to keep her from taking such an
interest in boys. But then the thought of her bare-bottomed over his lap,
receiving a little discipline, made his balls swell and he had to dismiss
the thought from his mind, lest he do just what Polly had warned him not
to.
PLOP! Without warning, though he should have known it was coming,
Jesus suddenly felt a chilly scoop of ice cream drop onto his balls.
�Yeeooch!� Jesus exclaimed. That ice cream was cold! Especially on
his genitals. He heard Polly giggle and looked down at the small girl,
sitting between his legs.
�Your dick got even stiffer when I put ice cream on you,� Polly told
Jesus, laughing. �Here�s some more!� She picked up another scoop, and
Jesus saw she was using her fingers to do it, not bothering with the
scooper. She squished it down right over the crown of Jesus� penis.
�Oooh!� Jesus said, a bit alarmed. He was getting a wreath of ice
cream smooshed down over his cock as the scoop, in Polly�s fingers, was
forced to permit a hole to be dug through it by the pressure of Jesus�
upstanding organ. The scoop was shoved down over Jesus� dick by Polly�s
small hands. When she took her fingers away Jesus saw he�d been awarded
with an ice cream doughnut around his dick.
�Does it feel cold?� Polly asked Jesus.
�Of coursse it feels cold!� Jesus hissed. He wished she�d take it off
him but, at the same time, he felt he should let her have her way. If he
intervened, he might find her over his knee, receiving a royal spanking
from him or, worse still, lying under him, her legs forcibly spread and his
cock doing her permanent harm.
�Then here�s some chocolate syrup. Sometimes my mom warms it on
the stove before putting it over our ice cream. You can pretend it�s warm,
though, since it�s not,� Polly said, in a sweet, high-pitched voice. Jesus
felt cold chocolate syrup suddenly squirt all over the crown of his cock. It
ran down the sides of his penis and coated, in streaks, the doughnut of ice
cream ringing his dick. �And now some butterscotch too,� Polly said. She
unscrewed the cap on the glass jar that held the butterscotch syrup and
poured it lavishly over Jesus� cockhead. It coated his pee slit and then,
with Polly still pouring it, it coated his entire crown. It ran down the
underside of his cock to meet with the syrup already there.
Jesus relished the feeling of Polly anointing his cock with the syrup.
Never before had his penis been paid attention to. Always it had just been
his own hand. He�d yanked on himself, guiltily, locked away in his room.
He�d never had his dick appreciated, by a female. He�d never dreamed it
could be decorated with syrup!
Polly picked up several sliced strawberries. Happily she dropped
them, one by one, onto Jesus� genitals. Then she licked her lips.
�I�m getting hungry,� Polly told Jesus. �Mind if I have a bite?�
�No... go ahead,� Jesus answered. But he felt afraid, for what if she
made him spurt?
Jesus felt hot warm breath blow across his penis. It was Polly! He
looked down at himself, just in time to feel her teeth bite into his penis.
�Yikes!� Jesus yelped. �Don�t bite me!�
�Sally says you can eat a boy�s dick, and he can go buy another, at
the store, in the hot dog section,� Polly told Jesus.
�No! You can�t! I can�t!� Jesus said. �It just shoots stuff and
shrinks, that�s all. You can�t eat it up.�
�Hmmm,� Polly said. �Then I�ll just eat the ice cream, I guess.�
Jesus shuddered as he felt her tongue suddenly lick his shaft. God! Such a
wet little tongue! He�d never been licked before. Polly traced the lines of
chocolate syrup that had run down his cock. She bit into a strawberry and
ate it. Then she mouthed the scoop of ice cream that ringed Jesus� penis,
and sucked some of it into her mouth.
�Yum! Um! Yum, this is good!� Polly said, through a mouthful of ice
cream. She looked happily at Jesus. She rubbed her bare belly with her
hand.
Jesus ground his teeth and prayed to Jehovah. He wasn�t sure how
much of this he could handle. His penis was stiff as a board and throbbing
mightily. He could feel his balls hugging him tightly, yet still enormous
between his thighs. One of little Polly�s fingers prodded at his nuts. He
heard her say the word �coconut� but he couldn�t respond, he was too
deeply enmeshed in his own need, and his desperate attempt to control it.
Again the licking, inquisitive little girl tongue came to Jesus� cock.
He couldn�t believe he was lying bare-assed in somebody else�s house,
with their 8-year-old daughter nude between his legs, attacking his cock.
This wasn�t sex, it was torture! With an older female, a woman perhaps,
he might have dallied all afternoon in her bed, but this little girl knew
nothing of that, only how to play, and he didn�t really want to shoot his hot
cum all over her face. Yet she kept licking him, and handling his balls, yes
he could feel both her hands on his testicles now, squeezing them. Why
was she doing that?!
�Cum!� Polly announced to Jesus. �Cum!� Jesus realized he was
being urged to spend himself. That little devil-- did she want him
shooting off right here, in her mom�s kitchen? Well, he had a soft towel
under him, he might use it to clean up if he had to... But he�d have to take
the towel home with him. He wouldn�t be able to leave it with Polly for
her mom to wash.
�Cum!� Polly said, louder. Still squeezing Jesus� balls, she pursed
her lips and began to blow across his dick. Who had taught her that? Or
was she just inspired? He hoped she was just inspired. A small lick
caressed the underside of his cockhead.
�Well, aren�t you going to spurt out all your stuff?� Polly asked.
There was a frown on her face. �Sally says a boy does that if he loves a
girl. Don�t you love me?�
�Polly--� Jesus stammered. �I�d have to be between your legs and...�
�Oh! Okay,� Polly said. She crawled alongside Jesus� body and laid
down on the floor beside him. She put her arm across his chest. There
wasn�t room for her on the towel and she was lying on the floor. Not
wanting her to have to lie on the floor, Jesus drew himself up onto his
side, lying on his hip, so she could snuggle onto the towel beside him. She
did.
�I love you,� Polly said to Jesus. He found himself gazing into the
girl�s big blue eyes. Her face was beside his. She maneuvered herself
down a little, after professing her love for him, and kissed his chest. She
touched a finger to his flat belly. She explored his navel.
With a lusty grunt, not even thinking, Jesus mounted Polly. He
pushed her fully onto her back and got himself up on top of her. He had to
be careful, lest his weight crush her. He felt her legs draw apart beneath
him and he found his thighs between hers, pressing down. His cock was
something of a problem, for he had no thought of penetrating her, only of
coming into a kind of warm embrace with her, with him lying carefully on
top. But his big penis was between them and it stabbed at her tummy. She
let out a little shout and Jesus, lifting himself, had to be careful, lest her
available slit find itself irretrievably altered by his engorged cock.
Jesus managed to lie atop Polly with his cock pressing like an iron
bar into her soft belly. She gasped at the pressure of it. She asked him to
lift up, to get his big pressurized thing off her, but he didn�t, and they fell
to kissing instead, with her squirming a little underneath him. Her belly
was warm. Too warm. Jesus felt his cock trapped between their bodies.
He moved slightly. Not a wise idea. He felt himself tremble and then, as
Polly�s tongue licked at his chin, he felt his jism suddenly spurt out onto
her tummy.
�Oh!� Polly gasped. Jesus grunted and moved his hips sharply
forward and back, suddenly relishing his spending, and Polly�s surprise at
it. He didn�t stop his humping until all his sperm had been ejaculated onto
her bare, warm tummy.
�I�m sorry,� Jesus said. He lifted himself up to look at the damage.
A big pool of white, gooey sperm lay smeared all over his own belly, and
Polly�s. His penis, still engorged, hung like a sausage between them.
Thankfully Polly�s virgin slit had been spared. He couldn�t imagine the
consequences if he�d actually ripped into her and taken her in her cunny.
�Will I get pregnant now?� Polly asked. There was a tear in her eye.
�No-- you won�t,� Jesus assured her. �It�s nothing. I just shot off
on your belly, that�s all.�
�You got ice cream on me too,� Polly said. Jesus saw that all the
syrup and ice cream that Polly had used to decorate his loins had been
smooshed and smeared onto hers.
�Yeah, well, what goes around comes around,� Jesus laughed. Polly
laughed too.
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