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                               Man  MUST  Molest  to  be  Happy !


         Have you ever wondered what itÕs like to be sodomized?  Well, I 
donÕt wonder about it anymore, because yesterday it happened to me.  
HereÕs what happened:  I was standing in my apartment.  I was staring at 
Brooke.  SheÕs a model in Tight magazine.  Her picture is hanging on my 
wall, because IÕm in love with her.
         ÒBrooke!Ó I cried.  ÒIf you love me, please give me a sign!Ó  
         I waited.  Nothing happened.  Finally, upset and distressed, I sat 
down.  Abruptly.  Unfortunately, IÕd been moving stuff around in my 
apartment, and my portable phone was sitting upright in my chair.  
         I wasnÕt wearing any pants.  (DonÕt ask why.)  Guess where my 
portable phone went?
         ThatÕs right.  It went right up me, where the sun never shines.  Then 
something worse happened.  The phone started ringing.  In my ass.
         At the same time, my doorbell rang.  What do you do when youÕve got 
no pants on, someoneÕs banging on your door, and a phone is ringing in your 
ass?  
         Finally, the person at the door went away, and I got that damn phone 
out of my ass.
         ÒHello?Ó I asked.  I hoped it was Brooke, but in fact it was just some 
guy.  He started talking as soon as he heard my voice.  HereÕs what he said:
         ÒHello?  Holy joe?  IÕm 37-years-old.  IÕve never had a girlfriend.  
IÕve never even held hands with a girl.  What should I do?  I donÕt want to 
get stuck with some guyÕs used girlfriend, or with somebodyÕs ex-wife.Ó
         ÒWow,Ó I said.  ÒIt sounds like youÕre marooned in the middle of 
1990Õs feminist America.Ó
         ÒYes!Ó he cried.  ÒCan you help me?Ó
         ÒI donÕt think so,Ó I said.  ÒBut I did just get Playboy in the mail.  
The August 1998 issue.  Perhaps thereÕs an article in there that can help 
you.Ó
         ÒI doubt it,Ó he said.  ÒThey assume all us guys are sexually 
experienced.  Like, you know, theyÕll ask a girl on the Playmate Data Sheet 
about sex.  But I donÕt want a girl whoÕs had sex, since IÕve never had sex.Ó
         ÒAbsolutely!Ó I agreed.  ÒI see your point exactly.  But letÕs give 
Playboy a try, shall we?  ItÕs the best I can offer.Ó
         ÒOkay,Ó the guy on the phone said.
         I opened the new Playboy at random.  As I did, I prayed to Brooke, on 
my wall, for help.  You wouldnÕt believe what happened.  My prayers were 
answered!
         ÒHereÕs some help for you,Ó I said to my friend on the phone.  ÒItÕs an 
article about the female cunt, by Asa Baber, on page 30.Ó
         ÒWhat does it say?Ó the guy on the phone asked.
         ÒWell, let me read a little of it to you,Ó I told him.  ÒHere goes:Ó

         ÒWe remember, in exquisite detail, each stroke and taste and touch 
and smell of quim, from our earliest experiences with it to time present.Ó

         ÒQuim?Ó my friend on the phone asked.
         ÒIt means cunt,Ó I told him.  ÒNow, as I see it, you need a girl who is 
on the same level as you,Ó I said.
         ÒExactly,Ó he replied.  ÒDoes that mean I should like girls who are 
18?  I know thatÕs younger than I am but...Ó
         ÒNo!  No!Ó I said.  ÒThatÕs way too old!  We both agreed you need a girl 
whoÕs on the same level as you.  Since youÕve never done anything, you need 
a girl whoÕs never done anything.Ó
         ÒWhat age is that?Ó the guy on the phone asked.
         ÒEleven, at the oldest, according to Asa Baber,Ó I answered.
         ÒEleven?Ó the guy on the phone said.
         ÒYes,Ó I said.  ÒLet me read you some more of AsaÕs article.  He gives 
out Oscars to the best cunts heÕs ever known:Ó

         ÒAn Oscar to Jenny, a tan and compact nymph in Florida.  [She] used 
to sneak out to the boat dock with me in the evenings for necking and 
experimentation.  We were 11-years-old.Ó

         ÒWow.  Lucky for Asa he was 11,Ó my friend on the phone said.
         ÒNever mind Asa,Ó I told him.  ÒItÕs the girl weÕre interested in.  She 
got started at 11, so you donÕt want anyone older than that, or youÕll be 
getting somebody elseÕs used up, ex-girlfriend.Ó
         ÒYouÕre right!Ó my friend on the phone agreed.  ÒSo, letÕs assume I 
meet an 11-year-old girl and Ômolest,Õ Ôrape,Õ etc. her.Ó
         ÒIn other words you both have fun together and learn about sex?Ó I 
asked.
         ÒWhatever we both feel comfortable doing,Ó he answered.  ÒLetÕs say 
that happens.  What next?  Should I start dating 37-year-old women 
then?Ó
         ÒNo!  No!Ó I said.  ÒWhen you and the 11-year-old have wrapped up 
your business, itÕs time to move on to the next level.Ó
         ÒWhatÕs that?Ó he asked.
         ÒJunior high girls,Ó I said.
         ÒJunior high?!Ó he cried.  ÒAre you just trying to stick me with flat-
chested lovers?Ó
         ÒNot at all,Ó I said.  ÒListen to Asa:Ó

         ÒFor the... Broad in Junior High who Had the Most Bounteous Chest on 
ChicagoÕs South Side:  An Oscar to Marilyn, queen of my dreams...Ó

         ÒHmmm, sounds like a Dreamgirl,Ó the guy on the phone said.
         ÒYes, and listen what this junior high girl did to Asa,Ó I said, reading 
more:

         Ò[She would] smother me in her ginger-spice flesh.  With her breasts 
covering my ears... [she made me] so infatuated with her cleavage that I 
couldnÕt think straight.Ó

         ÒIt sounds to me like the girl didnÕt need any protection, but Asa 
sure did!Ó my friend on the phone said.  ÒSo, letÕs say I make it with a girl 
in junior high.  Should I start dating 37-year-old women then?Ó
         ÒNope,Ó I replied.  ÒNext you must learn about bondage, with a high 
school girl!Ó
         ÒYikes!Ó he said.
         ÒBe quiet and listen,Ó I told him.  I read on:

         ÒSome Girls Like to Be Spanked:  A golden Oscar to Jensen, a dark, 
thin, vibrant beauty who stopped me suddenly one summer evening as we 
were walking out of a movie, pulled me into an alley and said, without 
warning, ÔSlap me.  Slap me hard.Õ  ...After some protestation, I gave her a 
gentle slap on her face.  ÔHarder,Õ she said.  I could not do that, so she 
turned around, raised her skirt, stuck out her butt and said, ÔOK, then spank 
me.Õ  I managed to do that without much hesitation, and, OK, I admit it:  I 
really enjoyed it!Ó

         ÒWow!Ó my friend said.  ÒYouÕve really got an agenda lined up for me.  
Molesting 11-year-olds, sucking the tits of junior high girls, and playing 
bondage games with high school girls, where IÕm the master and sheÕs the 
slave!Ó
         ÒYep,Ó I said.  ÒBut itÕs all normal, part of everyday America.  Sure, 
youÕre older than they are, but since youÕre as innocent as they are, you 
wonÕt get any cross words from me.Ó
         ÒI just hope I donÕt run into any feminists, or flakey people who 
think IÕm doing something wrong,Ó the guy on the phone said.
         ÒI can only give you advice, based on my research,Ó I told him.
         ÒWell, IÕm off then!Ó he said.  ÒWish me luck!Ó
         ÒGood luck!Ó I said.


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                                              Issue No. 385

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                               Chapter Four

         The man flung off his chains as soon as he was able.  Ignoring Marie, 
his antagonist, entirely, he ran to where Kate and Cindy were bound.  Like 
a dog in heat, he positioned himself behind Kate and attempted her bottom.           
Kate screamed.  The gag helpfully muffled her cry, leaving the man to do 
as he wished with her.  But in his eagerness he found he couldnÕt get 
himself into her tight ass.  So, readjusting himself, he thrust quickly and 
vigorously into her cunt.  
         Kate yelped at the rudeness of his entry.  The man, who she could 
barely see and who was much bigger than her, held her tightly by her hips.  
He penetrated her hard with his cock.  He ignored her pleadings as he 
rubbed his hairy crotch and belly against her wounded red bottom.  
         He did not last long.  He jetted into her and held himself tightly 
against her.  Afterward he let himself enjoy a moment of post coital bliss.  
As he softened inside her he kissed her face profusely.  Then he withdrew.
         The man grabbed a pink towel off the shelf near the girls and rapidly 
dried his loins with it.  
         ÒYou are one Hell of a woman,Ó he said to Marie.  His voice was gruff, 
respectful.  Bogart lingered near her, to protect her if needed.
         ÒI hope youÕre not too angry with me,Ó Marie said.
         ÒIÕd have killed you this morning, but now I just want to get the fuck 
out of here!Ó the man said.  ÒBut if I ever meet a friend who complains heÕs 
bored by sex, IÕll send him to you.Ó
         ÒDonÕt recommend him unless he looks as good as you do,Ó Marie 
smiled.  ÒI only tie up my favorite men in my barn.Ó
         ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó the man said.  He tossed the pink towel onto 
the floor.  ÒMind if I go?  I value my dick.Ó
         ÒPlease cum again,Ó Marie teased.
         ÒYouÕre a sick, insane woman, and you should be locked up.  But God 
knows IÕll probably be back, idiot that I am,Ó the man said.  ÒBy the way 
that girlÕs cunt was delicious.Ó  
         And with that back-handed compliment to poor Kate, the man hustled 
himself out of the barn.  Five were left.  Their cocks wiggled insanely, 
begging for whatever attention Marie chose to give them.  She might have 
proposed shortening them with her knives, and if it meant being caressed 
by her hands they probably would have accepted.  Marie went to the second 
man and began lubing him up for his duties.
         The morning passed with each girl receiving three penises.  Some 
preferred Kate, one managing to get into her bottom.  The rest preferred 
Cindy, two marvelling at the fact that they were fucking a female who 
was already pregnant.  Each man who fucked Cindy wanted to take her in 
her cunt.  They seemed inspired by the prospect of getting Ôtwo for one,Õ 
fucking both her and her growing baby.
         KateÕs lover was the last to be released.  He fucked Kate hard in her 
cunt.  His passage was eased remarkably by the boatloads of jism already 
pumped into her by the first man.  As he banged away inside her cunt he 
could feel not only the cum left by the first man, but also the cum that 
was leaking out of KateÕs bottomhole from the second manÕs visit.
         Marie monitored KateÕs rising orgasm closely as her lover plumbed 
her.  She was looking for a point at which to pop off KateÕs nipple clamps.  
Just as Kate reached her peak, one of many that morning, this last given 
her by her lover, Marie sprung the clamps from her tits.  
         KateÕs nipples screamed.  They had been separated from the rest of 
her, caught between the tiny gripping jaw-like mouths of the clamps, yet 
now they were returned to her, the full measure of her pulsing blood 
rushing into them and making them howl.  Kate keened into a second and 
third orgasm as her nipples whined out in pain.  They were so very 
sensitive, and now Marie, wickedly, passed a fingertip over them to 
remind them of how free they were after being tightly held within the 
clamps.  Each brushing touch seemed to fling KateÕs nipples into new 
spasms of feeling.  They were alive, too alive, and she was achingly, 
spasmingly aware of them.  She had been a girl once, wearing a neat white 
training bra, and then ever larger bras, but now she was a naked banshee 
curdling with lust and strange, awkward pains, in her tits and in her 
bottom and, deeply felt, in her yearning cunt, forced yawningly wide by her 
loverÕs indriving penis.
         When both girls were quite exhausted and well-fucked, Marie ordered 
them to be set free.  Kate collapsed into her loverÕs arms.  Cindy was 
caught by a second man.  HeÕd been the second-to-last to have her.  The 
other four men had left the barn as soon as theyÕd cum.
         ÒWell, letÕs go inside then.  ItÕs rather chilly out here,Ó Marie said.  
She sounded as chipper as if theyÕd just finished some party for children, 
where no one got laid or punished.  It was, indeed, no later than noon.  
Marie led them back inside the house.  Bogart stayed behind in the barn to 
clean up.  
         Trent took Kate upstairs to his bed.  She did not want to go back to 
the bed made of furs.  It was too strange, too erotic.  He placed her face 
down in the bed heÕd slept in the previous night, while she awaited her 
first taste of the crop on her fanny.  Tenderly he spread her out on his bed.  
The sheets were fresh, changed by Bess.  There, where heÕd spent the night 
entertaining two other young ladies, and whipped a manÕs wife earlier in 
the evening, he devoted himself just to Kate.  He put lotion on her bottom 
and kissed her endlessly.  She moaned under his touch.  She put her hands 
beneath her and masturbated for him as he soothed her.  Later, after Bess 
brought them refreshments, he grew hard again.  He took her savagely, 
upon the bed, venting his frustration at being tied up by pounding her cunt.  
Bess entered while he was fucking her, to pick up their tray.  He did not 
stop for her.  He kept fucking Kate, making her scream with his passion.  In 
another room, though Kate didnÕt know who was doing it to her, Kate heard 
Cindy cry out. 


                                              Second-rated
                                            by Lisa Scarboro

           Living in someone elseÕs shadow
           can be such a tiresome thing.
           No matter how I try to shine,
           somehow IÕm never seen.
           I joke about invisibility
           to hide how I really feel
           about being second best, second fiddle,
           second choice in everything.
           No matter the circumstances,
           it always seems to be,
           whoever else is available,
           is preferable over me.
           Just donÕt judge me over-harshly,
           for feeling like I do,
           maybe youÕd feel the same as me,
           if you took a few steps in my shoes.


                                             AND IN THE END...

                                    ROCK NÕ ROLL GRADE SCHOOL

         ÒRyan, an 11-year-old girl, intently watches a scene from one of 
her favorite TV dramas, DawsonÕs Creek.  She listens as the character 
Jen, who lost her virginity at 12...Ó

- TIME, June 15, 1998, page 55.

         ÒThereÕs this girl I know, sheÕs nine years old... sheÕs had sex.  She 
even has bigger boobs than my mom!Ó

- TIME, June 15, 1998, page 56.

         ÒShe claims to know 11-year-old girls Ôfrom good familiesÕ who 
work as prostitutes.Ó

- The Economist, June 13, 1998, pg. 35.


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