Message-ID: <717eli$9705072210@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 260 NEW! Bush League (nnd) ATTENTION CHRISTIANS! Question: At what point does reading this sinful material begin to affect your immortal soul? Perhaps you should worry more about your soul, and less about mine. Just think, if you do read too many sex stories, and your soul is compromised, you'll have to listen to me for the rest of eternity!!! Worth thinking about, eh? Sincerely, Sinner Joe! Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Issue No. 260 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Cunt Castle Chapter Three And at last I could say the name of Rose's castle to myself. It was Cunt Castle. "Cunt Castle," I said aloud to Louis, looking up at him sweetly. "Yes," he replied. He touched my cunny and rubbed me gently, sticking himself in a little bit. Feeling his fingers in me I fondled his cock. That was what belonged in me, but we were just playing now, allowing ourselves these few special moments before retreating to a bed in the castle. We would spend the afternoon jousting, I knew. Him with his cock and me with my bottom and slit. Andre and Polly drew close. I looked at her. I tugged Louis' fingers out of my slit and went to her. I put my arm around her waist. I was slightly taller. I gazed into her uplifted eyes. Maria passed in front of us. She had an umbrella over her head to protect her wrinkled features from the sun. Lightly I reached out and plucked it from her fingers. I lifted it over my head, then passed it over Polly's so that it would shelter her the most, me a little less. Maria stood, looking at me. She had been tasked with walking Rose's dalmatian and she did not like having her umbrella stolen. She had so many chores. Our brunch waited to be cleared away, yet she'd been given yet another job. The dalmatian strained at its leash, eager for its walk. I think there was a female dog down by the worker's huts, in heat, hoping her savior might come to visit her. Was Maria to mate the dogs? I did not know. "Come, Polly," I said to my girlfriend. I brushed past Maria. Let her work for us, just as Polly and I worked for Louis and Andre. Let her always be in attendance on us. "Walk the dog, Maria," I said to her, commanding her, and I relished my new attitude of command. With my arm around Polly's waist, holding her close, I walked her toward the house. Andre and Louis followed. They watched our alluring bottoms, all red from their punishment and, I doubted not, due to receive more before our stay at the castle was over. But I did not mind. We had come here to try new things. "What- what are we going to dooo?" Polly asked me. I let my eyes fall upon her breasts and I watched as their tips stemmed with wiggling pleasure into the mid-day sun. "I'm going to serve you for dessert," I said to her, thinking quickly. Yes. I would lay her out on a sofa, her hands pressed to her sides, and squirt whipped cream on her as she lay watching me. I would stand over her and decorate her, freely showing my bush, both of us quite nude. Our boyfriends would watch, astonished, waiting for the scrumptious dessert to be served. And we'd eat her then, feeding like Romans at an orgy, all of us naked as she, but she at least clothed in whipped cream and syrup. And we'd invite Rose. And she'd be delighted by my inventiveness. She would partake of Polly with us. I smacked my lips and gazed into Polly's eyes. She was breathless with excitement. "Served for dessert?" she asked. She'd lost enough of her babyishness in her whipping last night to know not to protest. "Yes," I replied. "As girls, Polly, we must know what our foremost duty is." "Waht's that?" she asked, mangling her question a little in her excitement. "To serve men," I said. And, glancing over my shoulder, I knew that before I left this strange castle I'd see Andre, at least, reduced to dessert himself, his cock stemming up through Cool-Whip, streaked with chocolate syrup, just as Jack's had been. The thought made me shiver right through to the depths of my belly. "To serve men," I said again, and we walked with swinging bottoms into the cool, shadowed sanctuary of the castle. THE END Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Bush League Chapter One I was being held captive in a castle by my boyfriend. His name's Louis. It's every girl's fantasy, I suppose. Or at least, it was mine. I think. Sometimes these things just happen. At least I had my friend Polly to keep me company. She's such a baby. We both had just received our first real whipping, the night before, and Polly had been told to count off the strokes. She lost track of the numbers. That, at least, is what Rose told me. She's our mistress. She makes sure we get our 'just desserts,' so to speak, and I was just thinking of turning Polly into a dessert when Rose interrupted us in the kitchen. "There you are!" Rose said to us. I was standing with a can of whipped cream in my hand, with Polly laid out on the kitchen table, waiting, and Andre and Louis each standing alongside the table, letting her fondle their cocks. We were all quite naked. "You girls have an appointment with child protective services," Rose told Polly and I. "I'm sorry, men, but the girls have got to go into town," she told our boyfriends. They looked quite dejected, suddenly, despite the fact that Polly still was playing with their penises. "You didn't think you could just steal these girls away from their parents without somebody snooping about, did you?" she asked them. "Be realistic, men. Even in Argentina someone's bound to hop about when parents call in about their missing daughters. Especially such young teens as these. The fact that your girlfriends are each blessed with big bosoms doesn't change the fact that they're both just 13 and 14. Be glad this is Argentina, not America. I've arranged for a sympathetic interview. With luck, they may be back by afternoon." Gently but firmly Rose disengaged our adult boyfriend's members from Polly's small hands. Their pricks quivered with their need. "God, let us just cum, then," Louis groaned, and I was surprised to see him beg. Usually he was quite manly, suppressing his need, letting us play with him until we were ready. "You've already gone twice this morning," Polly scolded him, rising from the table and whacking his cockhead with her erect pointing finger. She winced as she felt the effects of the whipping on her bottom. The pain lingered still, though it was a fuller, more beautific pain now, if you let yourself think about it a certain way. It sort of glowed over my bottom, and hers too, I imagine, except where the single weal I'd been given still made a knot of unremitting sharpness within my skin. Polly scooted herself down off the kitchen table and patted her bottom with both her hands to try to brush away the pain. We weren't bruised or anything, as I've heard sometimes happens to women. We'd just been given good paddlings, that's all, but with some fearsome implements. They'd scored our heinies but been kept from really hurting us. Rose had a sheepish hand when it came to disciplining a girl. She tried to be rough and tough but her gentle side always won out. This I was to learn in more detail at my appointment. "Don't blame me. They just called," Rose said to our boyfriends about child protective services. She hustled Polly and I out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom where, laid out on clean sheets were prim schoolgirl uniforms. "It's a school day, girls, in case you didn't notice," Rose smiled at Polly and I. "Get dressed quickly and try not to put too much makeup on. I need you both to look like innocents, not whores." We nodded. She made us both visit the tub first. We did each other's bottoms, since they were still quite sore from last night. Then we slipped into our new clothes and raced each other down the front staircase and out to Rose's limo. Rose did not accompany us. I have a sneaking suspicion she stayed behind to attend to Louis and Andre's penises. After all, they'd both been sporting huge erections, and at a place like Rose's, nicknamed Cunt Castle, they were sure to find some female to relieve themselves in. People seemed to come and go quite regularly. Rose was always entertaining new guests. And then there were her special guests, like Polly and I, kept for days there just because she liked us and felt we were especially pretty. I wondered if she were a lesbian. I mean, she couldn't be, could she? Rose liked men as much as she liked girls and women. I guess she liked all the flavors of the rainbow, sexually. But, as I was soon to learn, she was just getting started in this sort of play. "It hurts to sit on my bottom," Polly told me. "Especially for long periods." "You sat on the chaise lounge out by the pool okay," I told her. Rose had supplied the limo with hand held video games this morning, perhaps expecting that we'd have trouble sitting still. I'd gotten in first and claimed Centipede. I think Polly was less than satisfied with being stuck with Space Invaders. It's such an old, boring game. "Well, I guess..." Polly began, and then made a grab for my centipede game. "No! Polly! I got it first!" I told her. "Oh, this is stupid," Polly complained. She yanked at the necktie of her schoolgirl uniform, a big floppy decorative bow, loosening it. "Polly, you have to be good and look like a proper little girl or we'll be sent back to our parents," I warned her. "I don't like wearing clothes anymore," she said frankly. "I just want to swim in my pool and not wear anything!" "It's not your pool, it's Rose's," I replied. "I have a pool at my house," she told me proudly. "Do your mom and dad let you skinny dip in it?" I asked pointedly. "No," Polly said, and went back to concentrating on Space Invaders. "Maybe if you played at something more sophisticated than the Teddy Bear level you'd enjoy the game more," I suggested. There was an electric picture of a teddy bear's face in the corner of her screen. "I can't WIN at the other levels," Polly replied. "Oh well, if you're good and don't undress yourself I'll switch with you on the way back," I promised her. "Okay," Polly answered. She seemed happy now. She zapped the descending aliens with increasing success. "I'm almost up to two million points!" Polly declared as we finally approached the child protection building. "Well, get ready to quit. We're almost there," I told her, looking out the window. "Now I just want to play Space Invaders for the rest of my life," Polly admitted. Our driver escorted us up into the big Child Protective building. It looked like a structure Stalin had designed. It was shaped like a box, stretching toward the sky like the Tower of Babel, and each window had been carefully fitted with bars to make sure none of the protected children decided to seek independence. Frederick, our driver, turned us over to someone at the door. He looked mean. A short, fat man with a handlebar mustache. He had a big nametag on. With a very officious demeanor he led us up to the front desk and turned us over to the lady there. She glanced up at us from behind granny glasses. "You will be called when I'm ready for you," the woman told us. She pointed to some empty chairs beyond a door, and the fat man took us through the door, which had a pane of heavy, unbreakable glass in it. We sat down and the fat man left, locking the door on his way out. Polly and I sat on hard plastic chairs, not the least comfortable, and found ourselves staring out at the woman behind the desk. "What do we do now?" Polly asked me. She tried shifting her weight to get her bottom more comfortable but it was no use. "Try to look good. Read a magazine," I said absently to her, as distracted as she was at the uncomfortable nature of our seats. Polly glanced around. On a nearby platform (it posed as a table but was nothing but a square of plastic stuck between two chairs) some magazines lay. Polly, glad for an excuse to get up, walked over the table. She bent to look at the magazines and I smiled to myself as I saw her dress lift up in back to show the tops of her white schoolgirl stockings. They kept her legs clad in white worsted right up to mid-thigh, but above her legs gleamed out like tanned columns of cinnamon. A little higher and one might see her white undies, if she bent over more. Pull them down and her marks from the whipping would show. VIDEO REVIEWS by holy joe Sensual Pleasures, $14.95. VHS, Color, 85 minutes. Item Number: ED0543. EDDE Entertainment. Review: Let's have a look at the box first. It's great. Lots of beautiful females, all blondes, sensuously exploring each others' bodies. I must admit that the photo on the back of the box is what really got me going: two sleepy-eyed blondes, lying on their tummies in bed, with their bare asses sticking up innocently at me. Naturally, they're both looking back over their shoulders at me, as if to say, "You wouldn't be having any naughty thoughts about our bottoms, would you?" Certainly not. Not if the tape is from EDDE. I've bought four tapes from EDDE. (Available at SunCoast Video stores.) The first was titled "Nude Nurses." It had awful-looking girls in it, and was really dopey. But there was ONE excellent babe in it, and she was worth the price of the video. Next, I bought "Nude Prisoners." The excellent-looking babe is back, but this time she's naked in prison. Unfortunately, that video was really boring. About all that happened in it is that the good-looking babe, and two shitty ones, undress in a prison cell. Next I bought "Nude Birthday Party." By now I had some misgivings about EDDE, but I figured it was worth a try. After all, nude girls blowing on party favors and smooshing cake in each others' faces was surely on the video, right? Wrong. It is a totally boring video. 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