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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
We each gave Miriam a peck on the cheek. She took us to the door and
showed us out. Leaving her, looking back, I thought I saw a trace of
careworn concern cross her face. Had she guessed where I was going? I
clasped Dick�s hand as if to reassure her and waved goodbye. She waved
back. Taxis waited, summoned by her on her telephone, to whisk us away.
I slipped into one with Dick, the girls took another, with Dick�s friend, a
man who�d fuck me but whose name I�d forgotten to ask. It didn�t matter
now. We�d never meet again, I was sure. He was going to sea and Dick too
soon would follow him. Somehow they knew we wished to be alone.
Somehow Miriam had guessed it. The taxi pulled away. The driver,
perhaps preoccupied, perhaps exercising discretion, did not ask where Dick
and I wished to go.
I put my hand in his. My collar was gone from my neck. It bulged in a
pocket in my shorts. I looked at Dick. I sensed he needed what Miriam had
failed to give him, yet teased him so profoundly with, on the bed. Katy
could give it to him, in spades. But would he risk Sauron to get it?
�Put your collar on,� Dick told me, quietly, so that the driver
couldn�t hear. His lips were almost soundless, not quite. He did not have
to speak too loudly. Our minds both swam around the same beckoning
nightmare.
I blanched at his words, though, embarrassed suddenly. I touched my
neck with my finger. I shook my head no. But my lips posed a question.
�Here? In front of the driver?� He nodded. An implacable nod, one a girl
knows means business.
I glanced at the driver. He seemed preoccupied with the road.
Slowly, knowing it would doom me, I drew my leather dog�s collar from my
short shorts. They were hot pants, really, but loose round the legs, as if
to give my poor pussy some air. I wanted to rub myself. I was aroused.
My nipples perked into my t-shirt. I had no bra on. Dick watched my
nipples as they grew to firm points and showed a slight, sinister smile.
I put my collar to my neck. I held it there with both my hands. I
swallowed, soundlessly, then began the delicate process of feeling the
prong and the clasp of the collar and joining it up.
�Where to?� the driver asked. He looked back. I flushed as he saw
me, my hands at my throat, fastening on my collar.
�Exardescere,� Dick said to our driver. His face showed no hint that
he cared that the driver had seen me putting on a dog�s collar.
�Exardescere Way,� Dick said. The driver nodded. �I don�t know the
number but she�ll tell you what the house looks like,� Dick said to the
driver, and jerked his head, silently, in my direction.
We came to the street. The houses on the cliff-side blocked the
view but I knew, entering into any of them, you could see L.A. beyond.
From Sauron�s backyard it spread out like an expanded version of Sodom-
Gomorrah. When I spotted my Master�s house I pointed it out to the driver.
He stopped in front of it. Dick helped me out and then he paid our driver.
The cabman flipped through the bills, bade us have a nice day, and left.
Dick had tipped him well. We both knew the driver would keep quiet.
Cabdrivers are good that way. He had not seen us, he had not given us a
ride. He had noticed my dog�s collar on my neck but, save in his dreams, he
would not mention it to anyone. And my face, if it showed up in his
mailbox next week, begging for me to be found with a phone number under
my name, would not register, except in the place where all his forgotten
riders lay, girls weeping, but still hugging their boyfriends, perhaps a few
slaps burning their cheeks, or quiet women, dressed to the nines, sedate,
accepting, looking like they�d just come from a �power lunch,� save that
their hands were quietly cuffed behind them in the cab by the man who
rode with them. Yes, the cabdriver would say nothing. And, for a moment,
standing in the street with the sun on my fresh face and my clothes
palpitating in the light breeze that caressed the street, I wanted to stay
just here forever, not moving, frozen in time. Dick held my hand and he
sensed it too. But his penis bulged in his shorts and my teats pressed
insistently into my blouse. We were living, breathing beings. He was
swollen with precum and I was sensitive to a growing moistness in my
cunt.
We crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk. Here, in
suburbia, everything slept at noon. Nothing but the clouds moved, and the
breeze, catching an errant leaf and skipping it along, nudgingly, lazily, a
leaf missed by the Mexican leafblowers that kept everything looking so
reserved and pretty.
�Open the gate,� Dick said to me. I gulped. I let my eyes meet his
and then I looked quietly away. A white gate stood closed. It had been
open before. It separated Sauron�s front lawn from the sidewalk. A white
picket fence ran along the edge of the lawn. Rosebushes, in full bloom,
sporting a full range of deep rich and pastel colors, hung over the knee-
high fence, offering their buds to any who might pass.
I stooped. I opened the gate. I plucked a red rose from a bush,
careful not to touch the thorns, and held it to my nose. I sniffed it and the
scent was strong.
�Sniff,� I said to Dick. He let me put the rose to his nose and he
inhaled for me. He sneezed. I laughed.
�Come, we do not have permission to pick their flowers,� Dick said.
He was shaking a little as he spoke. I sensed his need for Miriam. Katy
would substitute. He would show her his manliness and let her deal with
it as she might. Always for his pleasure, one must hope, but testing him
too, showing him how a penis really worked, in a woman�s hands. Showing
him how his testicles felt when a woman pumped them and touched them
and kissed them. Would Sauron admire him too? I wondered if Dick,
somewhere inside himself, had a gay streak. After all, he was used to
dressing up in finery and parading around on a parade ground. I smiled. He
was so purefaced and unabashedly patriotic in his gaze, even now, stars in
his eyes. �Drop your pants and give me ten!� I could hear some drill
sergeant shouting to him at the Citadel. And there he�d be, with his pants
round his ankles, perhaps even his underpants, sweating away as he
pumped out ten pushups. Like Miriam, perhaps the Citadel had changed him
too. It had made a man out of him, but in ways he�d not expected, or his
parents either. �Hell Week,� I heard, much later, was called �Bell Week� by
some of the girls, the ones who loved the boys who enrolled there, or who
watched from afar, admiring, for the men were made to jump and run
about so much that one could almost hear their testicles jangling away as
they ran to their drill sergeant�s orders. Girls think of such things. A
general might see young men merely hastening or jogging, but a girl,
wondering if they�ve had time to put their jock straps on, sees penis-boy
after penis-boy running by, his balls jangling and his dick jabbering inside
his pants, both his dick and his balls wanting desperately to be free as he
runs quick-time past a bleacher full of Carolina girls.
We walked between rows of planted flowers. They lined the
walkway that led up to Sauron and Katy�s front door. I still did not know
if they were married or not. Perhaps they were just lovers of
convenience, each of them admiring the wickedness they saw in the other.
�You knock on the front door,� I said to Dick, turning quickly to him,
my hair flying past my face as I twisted my head toward him. I was
scared. I held his hand and he gripped mine. And he obeyed. He did as I
told him and as he did I wished he hadn�t. Yet he let me command him in
this little thing, and we were undone.
Responding to Dick�s knock, the door opened. A scent of saffron
wafted out and I found myself before Katy, small and delicate (but a little
taller than me, actually, for I was just 16). She wore a kimono but it had
been loosely tied round her waist and her breasts brooded quite visibly,
the gown just covering them, as if she�d wrapped herself back up in her
robe just to answer the door.
�Why Kelly,� Katy smiled. Her eyes were wide for a Japanese, but
she narrowed them as she spoke, inscrutably, showing not anger nor
surprise, but a kind of controlled passion, even rage. Catlike, she licked
her lips. They were red but with perhaps just a touch of a smear, as if
she�d been kissing. �Come in, please, both of you,� Katy invited us. �It�s
much too hot to stay outside.�
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Club, April 1998, $5.99. No web site listed.
Review: Now and then I get an ad in the mail. It�s for a magazine.
The magazine is titled �Men�s Health.� Naturally, being interested in my
health, I examine the ad. And what do I see? Photos. Of half-naked men.
Lots of them. And I wonder, �What sort of �man� is this �Men�s Health�
directed to?�
Fortunately, Club knows how to put out an issue devoted to the
health of men like me.
Chloe begins the issue with a quick workout. On page seven she
demonstrates how to do curls with executive dumbbells. On page eight she
shows how to do the shirt lift. On page nine, she pauses to pull her
panties out of her crotch. (Or is that some sort of cunt exercise? I�m not
sure.) Finally, on page 11, Chloe demonstrates how to masturbate. I don�t
actually need help with that exercise, but it�s fun to watch her!
Chloe is an utterly perfect girl. She has a soft, flawless face. Her
bosoms are wonderfully big. Her ass, her legs, her arms, everything on her
is precisely as it should be. Even her hair is perfect. Not only is it as
blonde as the sun, it�s worn pulled back into a ponytail, but with enough
left loose that it dangles around her eyes. You�ll feel healthy just looking
at Chloe.
Almost as beautiful as Chloe is Brittany, page 35. She takes us
hiking. When you�re hiking, of course, there usually aren�t any toilets
around. On page 38 Brittany demonstrates how girls can handle this
matter. First, you unbutton your shorts. Then you pull them down. With
your shorts ringing your thighs, you simply squat, and poop. There�s no
need to take off your backpack. On page 39 Brittany shows girls how to
pee properly, again without having to take off all your gear. Simply
remove your shorts, spread your legs wide, reach down and open your lips.
Then, piss away!
Do you have a daughter? Buy her this magazine. Lots of girls these
days are feminists. They don�t believe in just cooking, cleaning, and
darning socks. They want to be active! With help from Brittany, they can
enjoy the great outdoors, without worrying about a lack of facilities or
accommodations. Every girl scout troop should have this magazine.
After a long day of hiking, it�s time to settle in for the night. Again,
Brittany shows girls the best way to enjoy the evening. First, you put up
your tent. Then, you unroll your sleeping bag. Then you take off all your
clothes and kneel on your sleeping bag. With your legs spread and your ass
lifted high, you turn and ask your Scoutmaster: �Wanna mount me?�
Recently I went to the doctor. I was worried about my health. I
wasn�t feeling well. He saw me, and then said, �Here, take two of these
and call me in the morning.� I expected two pills. But instead he gave me
two of his nurses! You can see them on page 53. Their names are Molly
and Tiffany.
What a delight these two girls are! While not physically flawless,
they are terrifically cute. They quickly get off each other�s clothes. Then,
bare ass naked, they suck on each other�s toes and share a banana. I really,
really liked this pictorial. It even gets kinky at the end, with one of the
girls (apparently) tied to a post, her legs akimbo as her friend eats her
out!
Further back in this issue, there�s a feature titled �Private Parts.�
A man and his girlfriend decide to work out together. Unfortunately,
there�s a problem. He wants to exercise his penis. She wants to exercise
her tongue. What to do? Fortunately, they reach an accommodation. The
girlfriend squirts whipped cream down the length of the man�s dick. Then
she licks it off.
Meanwhile, in a separate pictorial in �Private Parts,� a man has girl
trouble. I believe he�s a Scoutmaster. It�s raining outside, and he can�t
take the girls on the hike they wanted to go on.
�Girls, it�s time we earned a merit badge in Indoor Sports,� the
Scoutmaster tells the girls. Fortunately, these girls are eager to learn.
He teaches them how to lick each other�s butts and pull on his penis. If
you want to see an utterly perfect brunette, check out this pictorial!
(Page 92).
Unfortunately, not everyone is into health in this issue. Amber, page
98, has decided to take up smoking. Despite puffing away on a cigarette,
however, she manages to glow with youthfulness, and even to look sexy. If
you�ve ever wondered how girls pee when they�re indoors, while kneeling
on top of a table, check out pages 102-103.
Before the issue concludes, it�s time for a helpful tip about how to
exercise, and have fun, when you�re outdoors being healthy. On page 109,
in a feature titled �Double Fuck-Fest,� a guy and a girl demonstrate the
�doggie style� method of fucking. What a joy it is to look at this lovely
blonde�s face as her boyfriend humps her from behind! I actually liked this
photo best of all.
I highly recommend this issue. It�s nice to see that beautiful girls
aren�t just to be found in Playboy anymore. Chloe is as great a girl as God
ever made, or Playboy ever photographed, and she�s in Club! The only bad
part is that I�ll have to buy every issue of Club now, to make sure I don�t
miss any truly beautiful girls. (I want to clone all of them someday!)
back door days
by Michael Hafer
your ass was
so tight that
first time that
i had to
pull out
after a
minute or
two and
you vowed,
�never again.�
but some
promises
never hold
up and
you let
the back door
swing open
again
from time to time
getting looser
with each try
until i
squirted
inside you
and you
shit white
for an hour.
then you said,
�only for xmas.�
but i explained
a athlete needs
to keep
in training,
and as a runner
you understood
that it takes
practice and pain
to get where
you are going
if you are going
anywhere
worth getting to
at all.
AND IN THE END...
We Must Return to
TRADITIONAL VALUES!
�Marriage might be entered into by forcible abduction of the
bride, by purchase of her, or by mutual consent. Marriage by consent,
however, was considered slightly disreputable; women thought it more
honorable to be bought and paid for, and a great compliment to be
stolen.�
- The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 1, pg. 401.
(on life in Indo-Aryan society.)
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