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THANKS to Ken Starr !
In the future, there will be so few people willing to go into
politics that the only candidate left will be holy joe!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 364
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter One
Kate yelped and bucked her hips forward. The finger probing her
bottom had gone suddenly deeper, and its nail was sharp. The woman who
violated her there, whose name Kate did not even know, whom she had not
even been introduced to, cupped her bottom cheeks and palmed them apart.
She seemed to have a single-minded desire to explore KateÕs ass, right to
the core of her body. Meanwhile, the hands of the guests began to focus
less on each otherÕs mouths, and to caress and feed (sexually) the genitals.
A cracker, prepared for a mouth, wound up being rubbed across a penis
instead, smearing its mustard topping along its length. A drink, ladled up
from the punch bowl, found itself spilt, intentionally, over a waiting
female breast.
ÒYes, you will be the property of others,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒThey
will regulate when you pee and when you eat, when you sleep and when you
must be made to feel pleasure, or pain. You must not think of yourself as
alive anymore, except sexually. Concentrate on your appetites. Put your
mind away for a week. You are your nipples. You are your cunny and yes,
you are your asshole.Ó Maria giggled as Kate jumped again at the
intrusiveness of the finger in her hiney. ÒDoes it bother you that itÕs a
woman who is in your ass right now?Ó Maria asked Kate. ÒPut aside your
conventional morays. She wants to see what such a young tight
bottomhole feels like before its reamed by all the men. Although, surely,
she could feel her own, in my opinion, and sheÕd find it not so different.Ó
Maria looked back at her companion in crime and smiled. She had white,
flashing, perfect teeth. And lipstick chosen so it wouldnÕt smear. ÒBut
your are lucky she is willing to play in you a little. She has small fingers
and they canÕt hurt you. SheÕll make you a little bit ready for the men. You
can see how big they are!Ó Maria laughed again, and Kate wondered how
many other girls sheÕd spoken to this way. It was, after all, a college
town. Did girls come here every year, brought by their professors or by
some man in the community? Was there an annual harvest of young
willing flesh? Was she merely the latest in a long line of heroines, made
to whimper and weep a little, made to spread and open and offer herself?
Kate did not know. But the finger in her bottom, despite being that of a
woman, burrowed as eagerly as any manÕs. How strange to be parted and
delved into by a woman! Kate could feel her warm breath caressing her
back, she could imagine her bosoms, as large as her own, wobbling on her
chest as she worked her way into KateÕs ass. And Maria, smiling softly,
now raised her crop and kissed Kate and brought it down smartly across
her belly.
ÒOh!Ó Kate gurgled within her indrawing gag. She tried to press her
tongue forward, to respond verbally to the sting which struck her flat
tummy, but the gag kept her wordless, except for a little scream. Maria
hit her again, this time on her thighs. In each place now, on her belly and
her legs, Kate felt a burning sting, different from the too-hot warmth in
her cunny, but somehow slowly merging with it.
The guests, meanwhile, were growing ever more randy. Still with
one eye on Kate, they fondled each otherÕs loins freely now. It made no
difference whether the partner was a woman or a man. Two women might
pass, hurrying ever more quickly to fetch punch to dip penises in or spill
over breasts, only to pause and kiss each other, and then, parting a little,
eyeing each other with mischievous eyes, they might pet each otherÕs
pussies. One girl might jerk as the other proved unexpectedly shameless
in touching her slit. A finger, permitted only to touch, would jab instead,
then swirl softly and jab again. The molested girl would offer up a little
cry and try to retaliate. Her own softly petting hand would form a little
finger-spear and fuck within the otherÕs cunt. Then, realizing theyÕd gone
too far, and their lovers (who were not their lovers but their new lovers
only for this evening), were still without them, the girls would part. As
quickly as theyÕd met theyÕd separate. One girl might go and prepare
another cracker, perhaps two, to put over and under and manÕs penis and so
make him into a sandwich, while the other girl, moving away, might go fill
up a glass of punch to bathe the cock of her new loverÕs penis in. All was
enthusiasm now, quick footsteps replacing languid, coy ones. Giggles and
laughter replaced sly smiles and fetching glances. Tongues licked not at
food anymore but at food put on breasts, on into bottoms. MenÕs testicles
became topping, bulging atop a mustard smeared cracker as one female, or
perhaps two, nibbled at both the cracker and what it supported. Crowning
all, the penis of each man found itself wedged along its shaft between two
cracker halves. Girls bit at the crackers and into the pestle of meat
between. They marveled at how small the crackers looked in comparison
to the big round boner of meat which protruded both fore and aft from
their culinary creations. All was fun and laughter, licking, probing
tongues and flashing eyes and soft groans as sexual parts came under
attack.
Kate gazed at it all, wishing she could be a part of it and yet also
glad she was not, for, having only fucked a few boys in her life, she still
fancied herself as modest. This was an orgy! This was something she had
never even witnessed before, not even on film (for she had absolutely no
interest in those sorts of pictures). This was a feast of flesh. Even as
the partiers played with each other Kate could see their anxiousness,
which, indeed, she felt herself, for every touch and tonguing awoke new
unsatisfied desires. Petting fingers assuaged little and awoke more. You
could see it in the menÕs faces, delighted at the females, yet working hard
to restrain themselves as the females, with childlike glee, made free with
their organs. And you could see it in the girls too, for their hips wiggled
exceedingly, even as they rushed around doing sinful things to each other.
Each joke, each little prank, brought new flights of desire. And all around,
trampled underfoot on the floor, lay their clothing. Bras and panties
looked like fallen birds now, stained by drips of mustard and splashed by
spilt punch, or lying quietly under a lamp table, forgotten in the melee.
Kate wondered how anyone would dress and go home, if they all ruined
their clothes.
One female, a brunette with shoulder-length hair whom Kate found
very beautiful, got up on a chair. Instead of sitting in it as she might have
in school or at work, she knelt in it, facing into the back of it, and she
leaned forward and explicitly showed off her bare bottom. The crowd
loved it. They applauded briefly, pausing in their own games to admire her
brashness and her beauty.
A blonde, parting from her own male lover because they both found
the showoff brunette so irresistible, walked up to the girl in the chair and
held her close and kissed her. Quite freely, as if it were nothing to go
exploring in such a place, she let her hand rove over the brunetteÕs plump
bottom and poke inquiringly between her cheeks. The brunette laughed. In
her nudity she had no protection from such an intrusion nor, apparently,
did she want it.
Meanwhile another woman, inspired by the sight of the first two
coupling, sat down on a hassock in front of the chair. She was as bare as
the first and she leaned backward until her head rested on the chair.
Naturally, the brunette felt the womanÕs hot breath caress her pussy as
the woman lay face up on the chair seat. The brunette, a finger already in
her asshole, wriggled her bottom as best she could and accepted two
invading tongues at once, one from the blonde who stood holding her and
one from the new woman lying between her legs. The woman lying on the
seat grabbed the brunetteÕs slim legs and held them so she could not
escape. She was impaled now, a finger in her bottom and one in her mouth
and another delving into her pussy.
The man, meantime, whoÕd once been coupling with the blonde but
now watched as she kissed the brunette in the chair, grabbed a bottle of
mustard. He strode around the three girls and squirted mustard on them
from the bottle. At first they flinched, stopping their naughty games to
see what it was that had struck them. One girl begged him not to shoot
mustard into her hair. The man, oblivious, but eyeing the girls and
wanting to love every quivering, shuddering inch of their bodies, shot his
mustard into every small indrawn place that suited his fancy. The crack
in the bottomcheeks, the curved soft underside of the ass, the cunny, so
sweetly offered between parted thighs. The girls opened themselves for
each other and the man took advantage of it. He spewmed forth his
mustard, making the girls yelp as, still busy with each other, they felt
mustard invade their private places.
The other guests took a moment to admire this spectacle and then
fell back into their own games. Manicured fingers, usually spending most
days in proper office typing, now stroked long male penises, getting all
sticky as each girl encouraged her man to shoot and yet, as he well knew,
to restrain himself. The men, so hard and long and with such demanding
erections, nonetheless seemed willing to permit their female lovers (their
new lovers for this night!) to play with them and coax them. Penises were
washed in cups of punch, only the head actually fitting into the cup but
being bathed completely all the same, with tongues and gentle kisses, and
softly stroking fingers. Testicles were dipped, one nut at a time, into
steadily-held glasses. Fond fingers urged the men to spill and not to spill,
both at once, sucking and prodding and prying and groping.
When the girls were not entertaining the men, challenging them to
stay hard despite all the attention they lavished on them, the girls
entertained each other. The men were treated to a visual feast as the
girls bathed each otherÕs stiff, pokey nipples and knelt and licked each
otherÕs cunts. A girl whoÕd graduated with honors from college might
kneel and push her tongue into the cunny of a woman who spent her days
sitting on the city council. All were professional women, Kate realized,
freed at last from the constraints of their jobs and families. A woman
who had two children doing homework at home might spread her legs so
that a nubile newly-married female could invade her bottomhole with her
tongue. None knew the others, Kate realized, except through Maria. This
was their first night together and, most probably, their last. TheyÕd
exchanged first names only; tomorrow they would be back in their homes
or at work, guilt-free, not knowing who exactly it was who tongued their
asshole last night or made them stand still while spilt punch was licked
from their nipples.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Club Confidential, April 1998, $5.99. Paragon Publishing, Inc., P.O. Box
380, Sandy Hook, CT 06482. No web site listed.
Review: Do you like female bottoms? Then youÕll love this issueÕs
feature, ÒPussy Play.Ó One of the all-time great bottom scenes is shown
on page 73. It features one girl mounted on top of the other, on a bed.
Both of them are kneeling. TheyÕre both bent all the way over. With their
bottoms lifted high, one girl kisses the (facial) cheek of the other girl.
Wow!
Some females say a magazine like this is Òjust a fantasy.Ó But
yesterday, buying groceries, I saw a female who looked exactly like
Tiffany Taylor! The only difference was that she was a blonde, instead of
a brunette. Also, Tiffany has a prettier face. Otherwise, though, I swear-
- from the top of her head right down to her toes, the girl was a precise
copy of Tiffany!
Another girl I wouldnÕt mind seeing a clone of is this monthÕs Club
Confidential centerfold. Her name is ÒStacy.Ó IÕve been seeing this girl on
and off for several years now. (In magazines.) She is just as pretty in
this latest pictorial as the very first time I saw her. What a great scene
it would be if she and Tiffany did a pictorial together! Two brunettes,
both beautiful. Would one be more dominant than the other? Perhaps
theyÕd have to wrestle in hot oil to find out!
Also in this issue is ÒSharon and Jo.Ó (Page 7.) Sharon needs a
physical exam, but doesnÕt want to go to an impersonal hospital to get it.
So, instead, she visits a private physician. The female doctor provides a
big bed for her to lie on. Against the far wall a coal furnace heats the
room, to keep SharonÕs nude body warm during the inspection.
Because there could be a slight mess as a result of the exam, Sharon
is given a pink towel to put between herself and the bed sheet. To help her
feel at ease, despite being stripped naked, the doctor lets Sharon keep on
her little white socks.
Then the exam proceeds. Everything has to be checked. The doctor
coats SharonÕs breasts with baby oil in order to do a breast exam. Then
she has Sharon lie on her tummy in order to probe her bottom. Finally, the
doctor has Sharon lie on her back, with her legs drawn up like an infant, so
she can have complete access to her vagina!
Are you worried that Sharon might be hurt during her exam? ItÕs
understandable. Medical equipment can be quite hard and inflexible. Since
this is a totally private exam, the doctor tells Sharon sheÕs going to do all
the probing with her tongue! Watch as the doctor pushes into SharonÕs
cunt with her tongue. Then, finding that part of Sharon o.k., the doctor
does a tongue exam of SharonÕs butthole.
Sharon, impressed by the gentleness of such a thorough exam,
expresses an interest in becoming a doctor herself.
ÒWhy wait? You can examine me and begin your education today,Ó
the doctor tells Sharon.
The two females descend into bliss, each striving to check the
otherÕs privates as deeply and thoroughly as they can.
Another great issue from Club Confidential!
(untitled)
by David R. Hadley
1:42 a.m.
Kicking
And screaming
Trying to gouge out my eyes
So that I might not see
Trying to make sense of
A life gone terribly wrong
And all I ever wanted
From you was for you to hold me
In your caring arms
Say a kind word or two
Let me know you are there
But I am here
1:45 a.m.
On the floor
Crying dangerously
Wishing I could just
Go away
1:46 a.m.
Another minute
Nothing is different and
I canÕt help but think
There is nothing left
1:47 a.m.
Always thinking of you
How could you, my friend, my love
Just mock my pain
And show my pathetic ways
To all who know you?
How could I let you?
1:49 a.m.
You threw it in my face
And used it all against me
So uncaring
So unloved
I wanted it so badly
And the danger is clear
1:50 a.m.
Kicking and screaming
It is going to be a very long night
Trying to gouge out my eyes
So that I might not see
1:51 a.m.
Time eternal....
AND IN THE END...
STARR vs. CLINTON
ÒWhen we think about what the nature of the impeachment
hearing would be... letÕs try to imagine what it would be... for an alleged
mis-statement about a subject that was later ruled immaterial for a
suit that was later found to have no merit at all.Ó
- Jeffrey Rosen (Charlie Rose, April 1, 1998.)
(Makes you feel relieved that we Americans control the Bomb,
doesnÕt it? - h.j.)
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And, worse, the whole thing revolves around whether or not Bill
Clinton expressed his love for various adult women!