Message-ID: <700eli$9705051424@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ROLLER666@aol.com Subject: FUCK DECENCY 256 Cunt Castle (nnd) Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Issue No. 256 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Cunt Castle Chapter Three Rose glided over to the front of the stool and picked up a little control box. Wires ran from it to the underside of the saddle. A tube hung down beneath the underside of the saddle, and I wondered what was in it. "Polly, did you ever ride on a horsey at the grocery?" Rose asked. "'Course!" Polly replied, quite confident now. She was the center of attention and loving every minute of it. "Is this ride sort of like that?" "Yes, sort of," Rose grinned. I began to suspect something fishy lay in wait in the tube beneath the saddle. Rose looked at Cheyenne. The girl smiled, perhaps knowing, perhaps simply happy. The stool began moving. "Oh, goody!" Polly cried. She bounced in time with it, first exaggerating its own movements, then soon finding herself bounced by it, and quite vigorously. Rose slowed the stool to a stop. "Keep going!" Polly insisted. "Oh, don't worry, Polly." Rose replied. "I want you to sit very still for a minute, O.K.?" "O.K., but I don't want to have to wait long for my ride," Polly reminded her. "You won't," Rose replied. "Expect a little visitor, though. Right up your..." "Oh!" Polly shouted. Rose motioned for Cheyenne and I to hold down her thighs. We rushed up to her, too amused not to. I could guess now what was about to happen, and Cheyenne could too. A fake penis was going to nose its way up her cunt! "Yo, yo, yo, NO!" Polly squealed, looking uncertain at first, feeling something begin to poke at her from below. She seemed to me like a child awaiting its poop, except in her case something was going up, not down. "YAAAK! Not in my bottom!" Polly suddenly screeched. I felt my eyes bulge even as I watched her own do the same. Up her bottom? Was the thing really going to take her anal virginity? "I picked the slim one, Polly. Behave!" Rose called from where she stood operating the control box. "Nooo, nooo, nooo, nooOOOH!" Polly hooted, while Cheyenne and I began laughing so hard we could barely keep her down. I felt my tits jiggling on my chest and knew the men were delighted to see me so happy. "It's going too far upppp," Polly yelled as she lifted her chin up and wiggled her ass, trying to escape the insidious penis. "You've only two inches, Polly, and it's quite slender. Enjoy yourself. It's your first time," Rose told her. But Polly's cries grew ever louder, though they were not of pain, just great anxiety. When Cheyenne and I felt she could no longer buck up and escape the intruder, we let go. Instantly she yanked up her thighs and I peeked beneath her bottom. A Slim-Jim sized cock was worming its way into her heinie and she could not get rid of it. Polly clenched her cheeks, trying to stop it, but it was heavily greased and rose with implacable vigor. Seeing that Polly was quite ready for her ride now, Rose began the machine. The saddle began bouncing her up and down, just like before, but now each pounding that her bottom suffered upon it rammed the rising tube deeper into her ass. I heard Rose click off the switch for the penis finally, leaving Polly to bounce on its full length, utterly penetrated now, despite her endlessly compressing cheeks. In fact each bounce of the stool caused her cheeks to briefly release themselves, making her look silly as her cheeks sprang open and closed, showing her asscrack to us. "GEEE-YAAAAA" Polly hollered as the mechanical bull sprang up and down with unrelenting force. Her boobs juddered like cream puffs as she took her unwanted 'ride' upon it. "Let-me-offff!" Polly pleaded, but Rose was not about to allow that. We watched, fascinated, as Polly found herself a penetrated cowgirl, getting fucked by the fake cock up her ass with every bounding leap of the stool. I migrated to Brad and stroked his cock. We shared glances. I looked down at his tool and wished there was some way I could mount the stool and simultaneously have his cock inside me. He smiled, cupped my bottom, eased his finger between my cheeks. I drew them in a little but allowed him to find my hole at last. He explored its rubbery rim with an inquiring digit. Did he want to stick this big pecker of his up my heinie? I shuddered. I didn't really want that. The 'old-fashioned way' would be fine with me. Cheyenne entertained Darwin's prick as well as Dave's. He was the man with the cut-off t-shirt. He'd since taken it off. It lay discarded somewhere on the dance floor, I suspected. Along with our panties and bras. I was feeling deliciously free tonight. I wanted Brad inside me, and told him so. "Cheyenne, I want you on the horse next," Rose told her. Cheyenne looked up from her twin cocks and there was a reluctant look on her face. She brushed back her hair. The bull slowed its bucking and Polly subsided on it, quivering still from her journey. "Only if you take me back to your castle with you," Cheyenne told Rose. Rose looked her over, considering. It was, I think, the first time Rose had really taken note of the girl. She was in fact very beautiful, with a snub nose and wide eyes and long brown tresses that got caught on her nipples whenever she turned her head. Her bosoms sported stiff tips, excited and ready for sex. She palmed her ass, almost sensing Rose's next sentence. "Only if you agree to be a love slave there," Rose replied. "Oh!" Cheyenne gasped. It was as if she'd been pierced with her deepest, most haunting fantasy. "Would you whip me?" Her fingers pressed into her soft white bottom cheeks, gripping them, parting the cheeks, so that I could at last see her hole as she anxiously contemplated her choices. Brad had made me bend over and take his tool in his mouth, so that I found myself with an unexpectedly candid view of her nether cheeks, and stared wonderingly at them, waiting to hear if she'd let Rose enslave her. "Turn around. Let me see your bottom," Rose told Cheyenne. Bashfully she complied. But she let go of her cheeks first, and when she offered Rose a view of her bottom it was with an ass huddling in on itself. "Hmmm, nice and round," Rose said, surveying Cheyenne's derriere. "You have a gorgeous bottom, honey," Rose admitted at last. "It would be unthinkable not to give it a good thrashing. Probably at a party, letting everyone participate. How lovely you'd look receiving it, too! Have you never been punished on your bottom before?" "No...never," Cheyenne said, and spun back around so that Rose could see her no more. ---------------------------------------------------------------- A R E A D I N G F U N D has been established for Stephen Knox, imprisoned in a federal penitentiary for ordering a swimsuit video featuring teenage girls. To help provide books to Knox (formerly a Phd. candidate at Penn State), send any amount to: Uncommon Desires Newsletter, P.O. Box 2377, New York, NY 10185. Make checks payable to: Ophelia Editions. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Get on the horse, dear," Rose said simply. She nodded to Darwin and Dave. They led Cheyenne to the bronco, her feet tripping over themselves a little, her hand hovering by her throat as she realized she'd just let herself in for a whole new life. I think she was a little high on Ecstasy or something, but it made no difference to Rose. She hadn't drugged the girl. If she awoke in the morning and protested in finding herself at the castle, all the better. Recalcitrant girls were especially fun for Rose. And, I suspected, for helpers like Joanne and Sylvia too. I wondered where they were now. Probably in a room close by, getting theirs. I hoped they didn't need any condoms. We had Rose's purse. Brad was obviously ready. I walked to Rose's purse and rummaged inside for a condom for him. After all, I didn't know his last name. I might not see him after tonight. Best not to take any chances, though I had, obviously, taken a few before. But I was older now. I knew better. He was just some dude that Rose had briefly inspected. For VD, I guessed now, as much as for anything else. He'd been oozing pre-cum when we met, from the stain I remembered seeing on the front of his Speedos. I'd been too excited by the music, the lights, to really understand what Rose had been doing. But now I knew. I chose a pre-lubricated condom from her purse, one colored red, and returned to Brad. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked, tearing open the packet. My breasts jiggled on my chest. "Go ahead," Brad agreed. As Dave and Darwin helped Polly get loose from her perch I slid the condom on Brad. He almost came as I handled him, he was so eager for me. "Wait a minute, kids. We're going to do something together," Rose told us. I smiled. Rose was always up to something. To keep Brad tempted I ran my fingers along his sheathed cock once I had him all suited up. He passed his hand between my legs and teased my spot to distraction. Polly wobbled over to Rose. She sank down to the woman's feet and placed the cheek of her face upon her toes. She looked like a little baby, curling up at Rose's feet. Her bottom pointed toward us and I saw it looked well poked. There was a brown smear around her hole and the insidious thing had, apparently, jetted something up into her in the last moments of her ride. Rose, obviously, had found a switch for sperming girls on the stool. Cheyenne would be next. Dave and Darwin mounted her up. I watched as her legs parted wide to accommodate the seat between them. She settled into it, adjusted herself, reached back and felt her bottom. In a moment the prick that had lodged itself in Polly would do her, and she knew it. In its housing beneath the stool, I guessed, it lay waiting in disinfectant. Then, poking up through the seat again, it would be greased as it rose through the tube, emerging at last cock-sure and ready to fuck again. Rose took off Polly's cowboy hat. The girl did not protest. She was exhausted from her ride. Especially the terror of it, being fucked in the ass for the first time in her life. Now she lay puppy-like at Rose's feet. Rose passed the cowboy hat to cheyenne. Bravely the girl took it, put it on, even slid the strap under her chin so it wouldn't fly off. "Fleury, Polly, let's each kneel and take a man up our bottom at the same time Cheyenne gets fucked on the stool," Rose suggested. There was a wicked gleam in her eye and I liked it. "Alright," I agreed. She passed me a fresh towel for comfort and I spread it out on the floor. There was no furniture in the room. Just the bronco, which I'd thought useless at first, the fireplace, and plenty of towels. And a wet bar, which none of us had yet bothered to use. I knelt and offered Brad my bottom. Just like that. As a female might do in the jungle. Rose spread out a towel for herself and knelt with the control box in her hands. Polly declared that she would not participate. She remained fetal-like, showing us her bottom but insisting it not be touched. "Suit yourself," Rose replied. Dave had found Rose first so he got dibs on her rear. Darwin settled for Rose's mouth, and seemed to prefer her accessibility to Polly's stubbornness. Some men like a challenge, others are just looking for a wet hole, I guess. It was not a bad choice. Rose drew him into her mouth, commenting over his prick that he must not let himself interfere with her use of the control box for the bronco. Dave, meanwhile, having gotten a condom and lubricant from her purse, prepared to mount her ass. REVIEWS by holy joe The Playboy Catalog, Spring 1997, Free. Playboy: 1-800-423-9494. Review: I like this catalog a lot. It used to be quite boring. It was similar to women's underwear catalogs, like you get in the mail from Nordstrom. (If ever there was anything to kill male desire, it's those God-awful clothing and underwear catalogs put out for professional yuppie women.) 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Which brings up an interesting point: there must be tons of guys in this world who would greatly desire to have many of Playboy's 'back stock' of photos, but who simply can't afford to pay hundreds of dollars for old magazines. Sure, it's fun to sell some old $1.95 magazine for $100.00, but think how Sam Walton got rich. He died, you remember, as the richest man in America. And he didn't get that way by selling high-margin, over-priced merchandise. He did it by being the low-price leader. He charged the lowest prices, and became the richest man in America. So, one wonders, what if Hugh Hefner made a real, 'balls to the wall' effort to provide his entire 'back stock' of girlie photos, both published and UNpublished, to every man in America? Is it possible that Hugh Hefner could become the richest man in America? After all, a cute girl is irresistible, and a photo of a cute girl is irresistible too. As I see it, Hugh Hefner is basically just sitting on those old photos. The recent "Playboy's Twenty-One Playmates, Volume 2," issue was ample proof of that. It contained gorgeous photos, photos that had been locked away in Playboy's vaults for almost two decades! So, you know, I'm sitting here, thinking, "What if I were just 'awakening' to Playboy? I'd be really sad, in a way, seeing all those photos of luscious girls that I absolutely, positively could not afford. Surely there must be some way to effectively tap into such a young man's desire. Simply telling him, "Sorry, dude, the issues are $100.00 each" is silly. That would be like Sam Walton charging old ladies $100.00 for toothpaste. He wouldn't have died wealthy that way. In the meantime, the Playboy catalog is, at least, a modest way of seeing some of those wonderful photos from years gone by. There's no nudity in the catalog but, then, you can see all the nudity you wish to in any standard porno magazine. The real strength of Playboy lies not in ordinary nudity, but in the clever way it presents luscious females. Many of the pictures in this catalog are close to jack-off heaven, despite the fact that you don't get to actually see cunts or nipples. Another great reason to order this catalog is because I'm in it. I'm sure some readers have wondered, "What does holy joe look like?" Although modesty has prevented me, in the past, from mentioning that I regularly appear in the Playboy catalogs, I finally decided it was time to 'come clean' and admit it. See that hunky guy smiling out at you? That's me. I have appeared in many Playboy catalogs, over the years. I'm a real good actor, and Playboy is able to save lots of money by using me as the man in all their catalogs. Sometimes I dye my hair blonde. Sometimes brunette, sometimes black. I build up my muscles for some issues and let them reduce for issues where I need to look slim. I know all you girls on the Net will now want to go out with me, but please understand that right now at Playboy we are doing a special catalog for nerds. I have to be a nerd in this catalog. So I've been forced to gain 300 pounds. I let my arms get real flabby and my tummy get real big. Also, I spent a lot of time at a computer, just like a real nerd, to get ready for this part, and I haven't had time to bathe. And, finally, to be a true nerd, I've been doing some programming! This has meant that I haven't had time to go grocery shopping recently. Fortunately, I had a big supply of Joe's Jalapeno Beans in the house (no relation). So I do tend to pass a little gas. However, if you like jalapenos, you shouldn't mind the smell of my gas too much. I really don't have time to read lusty e-mails from girls on the Net but, you know, if you want to meet a hunky dude (temporarily forced to 'play' a nerd), go ahead and write. There's a 'hole' in my schedule this weekend and I might just be able to fit in you. OUR MAILBAG... ladyasstor@aol(answersonline).com writes: "You're crazy about Claire Cass because you're a fruitcake and a dildohead." holy joe replies: "Thank you for your speedy response. Now go back to learning your multiplication tables." AND IN THE END... ATTENTION, NOVELISTS! "The best first novel of the season [is] Anne Haverty's 'One Day as a Tiger.' ...Martin Hawkins, an academic at Trinity College, Dublin, decides to abandon his career as a fledgling historian in order to return to the family sheep farm in Tipperary. "...Martin chooses for himself a sickly runt who is really happy only when she is eating porridge and enjoying the cosseted indoors life. Man and ewe become bosom companions." - The Economist, April 19, 1997, Review pgs. 14-15. 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