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                                              FUCK DECENCY

                                         Hamilton?  Sturges?
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                                              Issue No. 363

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                                Chapter One
  
         The girl blanched.  She drew back but this only put her closer to the 
woman and the woman gagged her all the more quickly.  Kate found herself 
tasting canvas.  It was shoved back into her mouth so that she could not 
close her lips over it.  Her tongue was pushed back by the gag so that she 
could not speak at all.
         Kate offered her breasts as she was gagged, quite involuntarily, of 
course.  But Maria tweaked her nipples, playfully, perhaps to keep her 
obedient as the woman gagged her and tied the knot firmly into the back of 
her head.
         When Kate was gagged, the woman who had bound her mouth took a 
key and unlocked the handcuffs which bound KateÕs elbows.  Kate felt them 
spring outward and immediately her posture relaxed a little.  Her arms 
felt sore from being so tightly constrained.  She wanted to rub them but 
the woman did not free her wrists.  Maria contemplated KateÕs belly 
button with her finger.
         ÒYou are ready now, my dear,Ó she said.  ÒReady to be spanked hard, 
to break you down emotionally, and then have penises put into all your 
girlish holes.  As you can see, the men are quite well fitted out for your 
denouement.  You might have fucked before, with your boyfriend, but now 
you will be really tested.Ó  Maria stroked KateÕs hair, watching how it fell 
across her shoulders and hung down to the level of her boobs.  She drew it 
back so that none of it could obscure her body in any way.  With a sinking 
heart Kate heard a snipping of scissors and realized that the insidious 
woman behind her, whoÕd put a gag on her, was now cutting apart her little 
fashionable vest and her blouse.  Instead of letting her hands be free, and 
having Kate undress for them, they simply were ruining KateÕs favorite 
clothes, cutting them off her, and Kate wondered frantically what sheÕd 
wear when it was time for her to go home.
         ÒShe has a nice slim back,Ó the woman behind Kate commented.  Kate 
felt the womanÕs hands run up her spine and feel her ribs.  Her vest, shorn 
from her shoulders, dropped to the floor.  Kate felt her blouse slip quickly 
away as the scissors separated it from her body.  KateÕs nipples seemed 
ever more stiff as she felt the scissors do their work.  She prayed that 
they would rise up and cut her gag off, but that did not happen.
         ÒShall I cut her hair?Ó the woman with the scissors asked Maria.  ÒIt 
is too long and it hides her back.Ó  Maria, who was playing with the loop of 
the crop in KateÕs belly button, poking at it, replied, ÒA little.  Not too 
short, but a little.Ó  Kate felt a shivering fear possess her as the wicked 
scissors sliced across her back.  Even her hair!  She looked down and saw 
her beautiful mane of hair shortened as the snips cut by the scissors fell 
to the floor, sprinkling her torn-away blouse and her vest.  Maria, whoÕd 
grown bored with her smooth tummy and its little inpoking belly button, 
let her hand drift down to KateÕs sex, where her tuft of private hair grew.  
Maria tugged at the little curling wisps of hair on KateÕs sex and the girl 
wondered if sheÕd be shorn there next, perhaps by a straight-edged razor, 
working quickly and cutting her sex lips as it shaved her clean.
         Kate could think of nothing now but escaping and it frightened her 
that she had no hope of doing that.  Never had she been in a predicament 
like this; not when a man had followed her home, not when a guy had gone 
too far with her.  Here, among these adults, all was soft and insidiously 
caring even as Kate felt her hair shortened.  Women refilled punch glasses 
for each other and the men.  Mustard was squirted on crackers topped by 
cheese and the little crackers were eaten, the guests growing bored as 
they watched Maria tease Kate.  The men were as hard and expectant as 
ever but they let their girlfriends feed them crackers and little sausages 
as they waited for permission to fuck.  Maria controlled all with just a 
glance.  She expected them to wait and, despite their hardness, they 
seemed in no hurry, rather enjoying their erections and the attention it 
brought them from their wives and girlfriends.  The females squirmed a 
little, their own need increasing.  They walked with hips that swayed ever 
more invitingly, and a few rubbed each others pussies, briefly, to assuage 
the heat rising within their wombs.  Surely Eden, had it been stocked with 
more than one man and one woman, would have looked like this.  Fingers 
prepared crackers and then fed them, increasingly, not into the mouth that 
had commanded their making but into the mouth of another.  They fed each 
other.  At MariaÕs insistence they concentrated on feeding not their wives 
or their husbands, but others instead, so that the helpful fingers that 
probed with crackers into waiting, open mouths fed the mouth of a 
stranger, not a familiar lover.
         As the guests giggled and enjoyed a naked feast, Maria turned her 
attention once again to Kate.  The girl jerked as the woman behind her 
poked a finger between her ass cheeks and probed her anus.  
         ÒDo not expect much comfort at first, although weÕve been nice to 
you up Ôtil now,Ó Maria told Kate.  ÒYou are not a child.  If you were, and 
your lover had brought you to me, I might simply spank you over my knee.  
A spank, a quick poke of his penis, some loving kisses to console you, and a 
lollipop would be all that was required, or wanted.  Just yesterday a 
darling 10-year-old model was brought, by her lover, a man she greatly 
admired and wanted to please.  I asked her if she really wanted to lose her 
hymen, and she nodded so enthusiastically, not knowing, perhaps, what it 
really meant for her, but eager to please all the same.  I gave her her first 
bare-bottomed spanking.  Girls these days!  Can you imagine that they go 
through a whole decade of life, or even two, and their fathers never put 
them over their knees and spank them?  IÕm sure girls these days are no 
gooder than girls in previous ages.  But, anyway, when she was all teary-
eyed and IÕd hoped that IÕd knocked some sense into her, I asked her again 
if she really wanted to lose her virginity.  And she nodded, crying now, 
just as enthusiastically as she had before, poor dear.  So I took her 
upstairs and gave her a teddy bear to hug and I pulled her loverÕs pants 
down and kissed him and told him to do his work.  He was a little afraid 
himself, I think, not about the Law, you know, for he had dated her and had 
to deal with that sort of problem every day, but rather he was afraid for 
her.  With her white legs spread out on the bed, hugging her teddy and 
showing her sex to him, all vulnerable and open as she could be and ready, 
he looked at her and was afraid he might hurt her.  I assured him he 
couldnÕt.  She would scream a little, and there would be a little blood, but 
she was old enough to take him and I pushed him forward so that he would 
not leave her waiting too long.  I didnÕt want her to recant, now that sheÕd 
come this far.  But still he wouldnÕt fuck her, though heÕd striven mightily 
to win her and fend off the State.  He started kissing her belly (which 
might, you know, swell with his seed, though I did do my best to prevent 
that) and he said over and over, ÒMy virgin!  My little virgin!Ó
         ÒWell, I was about ready to whip out a strap-on dildo and fuck the 
girl myself, it was taking so long!  But finally, with me stroking his hips 
and encouraging him and telling him it was O.K., and exciting him too, he 
plunged into her.
         ÒAnd that was it.  When sheÕd been broken open and fucked a good 
long time (he had amazing reserve, even in fucking her), I got her up and 
tidied her and sent her home.  I let her keep the teddy bear.  She went out 
holding his hand, her hips wriggling happily, and a little sorely, I would 
presume.  But I was not about to let her do more.  You, on the other hand, 
my dear, though you might be almost as innocent as that girl, must be 
given much more.  I intend to keep you here at least a full week and to 
open you up in every possible way.  You must learn to fully accept a man.  
Not just in your cunt, but in your precious bottom.  And your mouth, too, 
though its gagged now, must be trained to give the best blowjobs.  Believe 
me, how ever much youÕve practised, I can teach you more in the art of 
blowing a manÕs penis.  It will be a very intrusive week for you.  Do not 
expect to own or control your body in any way.Ó

                                  CLOTHED AT THE NEWSSTAND
                                                by holy joe

Hump, April 1998, $2.95.  The magazine Òfor girls who dare to be real.Ó  
Send address change to:  JUMP, P.O. Box 55954, Boulder, CO 80328.
         No web site listed.  No e-mail address listed.  No phone number 
listed (for ordering copies through the mail.)  No address listed (for 
ordering single copies through the mail.)
         Q:  Are we in business, or are we just yanking our weider?
         Published by Joe Weider.

         Review:  Recently I was in Brooklyn.  (Hey, somebody has to be there, 
right?)  I was passing by the Brooklyn Academy of Music.  I must admit, I 
was rather shocked that there was an ÔAcademy of MusicÕ in Brooklyn, but 
what do I know?  I went inside.
         I didnÕt go in to the Academy of Music to appreciate music, however.  
I had to use the toilet.  I looked all around for the bathroom.  But I couldnÕt 
find it.  Then I said to myself, ÒJoe, you know how these Art people are.  
TheyÕre always doing something perverted.  Think like a pervert.  Then 
maybe youÕll find the toilet.Ó
         I did.  Sure enough, there was their toilet, sitting right out in public 
view!  (Silly me.  IÕd been looking all the way in the back of the building!)  
Believe it or not, not only was the toilet in the Brooklyn Academy of Music 
in public view.  It was surrounded by velvet ropes!  
         ÒI gotta admit.  These Art folks do know how to shit in style,Ó I said 
to myself.
         I went to the bathroom.  Normally I try to have something to read, 
when IÕm taking a shit.  But in this case, it wasnÕt necessary.  I just sat 
there looking at all the people visiting the museum.  I waved to three cute 
little girls.  They were shocked.  So was their mother.  But I told them, 
ÒThis facility is devoted to Art.  ItÕs funded by the N.E.A.  What do you 
expect?Ó  
         I finished my business and went back outside.
         Today I learned an amazing fact.  While going through the latest 
issue of Jump, looking for underage girls in bikinis, I found the very toilet 
I took a shit in!  ItÕs shown right here on page 128 of Jump.  And do you 
know what?  This toilet not only has the distinction of being used by me, 
it was also used by Princess Di!
         (Amazing.  Great butts shit alike.)
         But IÕm not happy with this issue of Jump.  There isnÕt a single photo 
of a girl in a swimsuit in this entire fucking issue!  Worse, from the 
perspective of the female reader, there is no male pictorial in this issue 
either.  There are a few sorry photos of guys playing basketball, but thatÕs 
all.  (Page 46)
         WhatÕs worthwhile in this issue?  I thought ÒNudie BeautyÓ was well 
written.  (Page 118.)  It tells how to put on makeup.  ThereÕs also a 
summer jobs section.  The jobs offered are a little unusual, though.  
TheyÕre called Òinternships.Ó  This means that you pay them, instead of 
them paying you.  If you want to pay $150.00 to spend your summer 
cleaning out a barn, check page 96. 
         You may have heard about Òoral sexÓ on T.V.  If youÕre confused as to 
what a girl does during oral sex, check page 76.  ThereÕs an excellent full 
color photo.  Just replace the scoop of ice cream depicted with Bill 
ClintonÕs penis.  (The age of the girl doesnÕt need to be changed.)
         ÒThe Breakup Survival GuideÓ was pretty good.  (Page 73.)  I found 
the advice to be quite useful, particularly the advice to ÒDo mind-numbing 
activities.Ó  You donÕt actually need to break up with someone to need this 
advice.  IÕve found that just seeing someone I like, and not being able to 
have them, is enough.
         The most interesting article of all in this issue is ÒChasing Barbie.Ó  
(Page 58.)  Various girls spill their emotions about plastic surgery:  why 
they felt compelled to have it, and how they felt about it afterward.
         Danielle, 16, writes:  ÒThis was my chance to be the prettiest, and 
she (my twin sister) was wrecking it!  I asked her, ÔWhy do you have to get 
a nose job too?  Is it because if I get one, IÕll look better than you and 
youÕll be jealous?Õ  She admitted this was true.Ó
         As it happened, the pretty twin sister sailed through her plastic 
surgery, while Danielle had a procedure that lasted much longer and left 
her (still) looking less attractive than her sister.  DanielleÕs still unhappy, 
and her sister is still the prettiest.
         If you want my advice, girls, itÕs this:  ÒIt doesnÕt matter how you 
look.  What matters is how your boyfriend looks.Ó
         You might assume that every guy in the world is a well-informed 
connoisseur of beauty.  In fact, though, many studly guys canÕt tell a good-
looking girl from an average girl.  Especially if the average girl uses 
Ôstandard tricksÕ to make herself look as pretty as possible.
         Remember this:  many things in life are bought and sold.  But love is 
not.  Love is a Òbarter market.Ó  You need to be near the person to meet 
them.  Someone who would fall head over heels with you might live, say, in 
New Jersey, while you live in California.  Unless you meet on the Internet, 
you have no chance of meeting this person, even though youÕd both fall 
instantly in love!  (And, on the Net, youÕd have little chance of meeting 
this person, since you might be on one part of the Net and he might be on 
another.  Even then, you usually donÕt know what the other person looks 
like, on the Net.)  So just because youÕre unlucky in love doesnÕt mean 
nobody likes you.  It simply means that thereÕs nobody in your immediate 
physical space who likes you.
         So, donÕt worry how pretty your sister is.  Instead, try to meet lots 
of guys.  Some wonÕt be interested.  Others, though, will be.  I still 
remember sitting at a swimming pool with this guy, watching a girl 
swimming laps.  I thought she was only average.  But he was very 
impressed by her!  (Specifically, he said to me:  ÒWow!  That girl is 
practically falling out of her bathing suit!Ó)
         Last but not least, thereÕs this article in Jump:  Ò12 reasons why 
girls should rule the world.Ó  (Page 18)  I have no objection to this article.  
However, it would be greatly appreciated if you girls would wear string 
bikinis while youÕre busy ruling the world.  And tell Jump to print some 
photos of them, too.


                              THE GREAT ÔBOYS vs. GIRLSÕ CONTEST
                                          sponsored by holy joe

         Jump, in their April issue, writes:  ÒAnything boys can do, girls can 
do better.Ó  (Page 19).
         Okay, girls.  I accept your challenge.  I propose a contest.  We shall 
see if this boast of yours is true, or not.  Who can do this better, me or a 
girl?

a.  Publish a dumb newsletter.
b.  Pick boogers out of my nose.
c.  Yank on my dick.
d.  Wipe my butt.
e.  Cook, clean, and sew.

         I feel that I can do all of the above better than any girl.  However, if 
youÕre a girl, and think you can do better, please write me!


                                          HIDDEN MEANINGS
                                       by Kelley Brandyberry

The terrifying ecstasy building just below the
Skin is wet and tight; thrilling with each touch of your
Hands tremble ever so lightly, tracing my
Heart pounds steadily.  My eyes never leaving you
Eyes are wild, penetrating.  Promising of a
Vow that canÕt be broken.  The words fall off your
Tongue slipping, wandering here and
There comes a time the time has come for a
Jagged high that will not end.

                                             AND IN THE END...

                                          Sturges?  Hamilton?

                               THE CHRISTIAN COALITIONÕS GOAL

         ÒEvery art, in India, belonged to religion rather than to art, and 
was the handmaiden of theology.Ó

- The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 1, pg. 595.


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