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Dear holy joe,
Sorry to bother you. IÕm writing to you from the future. I am
wondering what life was like in Ancient America, during the time of the
American Empire.
You might think I could just consult Time or Newsweek but those
magazines didnÕt have any sex in them. So with the Worldwide Depression
and the Global Wars, things like Time and Newsweek sort of fell by the
wayside. But some pervert did save up all the Fuck Decencies so thatÕs
what we have here in the future, a big pile of Fuck Decency.
Hopefully this message will reach you. This is a hobby I have,
sending messages into the past. My parents say itÕs just a waste of time
to try to send messages into the past but I figure, anything that will get
my homework done quicker is not a waste.
Oh yeah. Who did Chelsea Clinton marry?
You friend,
Tod
(holy joe replies: Chelsea and Monica Lewdinsky decided to share the
same lover.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
NAKED girls and more at:
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Issue No. 391
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Five
Kate found herself being greeted by Jim.
ÒHi,Ó the young man said. But he didnÕt look at her face as he spoke.
Instead he gazed right at her breasts and her tummy and cunt. Kate,
blushing a little, returned the greeting by staring openly at JimÕs penis.
He was close and his manhood stuck out at her belly like a yardarm. If she
had her panties with her she might have hung them from him and used him
to sail on the lake.
ÒWhat do you plan on doing with that thing of yours?Ó Kate asked
finally, after a momentÕs silence, for Jim seemed to hungry and eager to
pose the question himself.
ÒWell, uh, IÕd like to stick it in something,Ó Jim answered. They
were like children exploring each other in the early hours of the afternoon.
ÒSomething warm and very, very tight?Ó Kate asked, and
immediately wished she hadnÕt, for it might give him ideas.
ÒYes, very tight,Ó Jim said, and looked for the first time into her
face.
ÒNot that--Ó Kate replied.
ÒWhat? YouÕd deny me your bottom?Ó Jim asked. He seemed a little
less awkward suddenly. He had a challenge now. And she was only 5Õ 2Ó,
and he was a good foot taller than she. And no one would help her if he
chose to take her in that way. Marie would only laugh and encourage him.
ÒTurn around,Ó Jim said. He reached out and grasped Kate by her
small shoulders and spun her about like a rag doll. She found herself
staring at the rocking horse with its soft saddle and the whips hanging
above it.
Jim, checking his lust for a moment, savoring her slim build and her
beauty, stood behind her with his erection nudging her ass. His hands rose
from her shoulders and caressed her blonde mane of hair. At any moment
she expected him to grab her hair and force her into some obscene
position, so she stood tensely, her nipples painfully hard and her cunny
moistening quickly.
ÒLetÕs get all the men oiled up properly,Ó Kate heard Marie say.
ÒGuys, line up over here so we can make sure youÕre all ready for us the
minute we decide we need you.Ó
There was a shuffling of feet. Jim remained behind Kate, and she
stood unmoving. His hands left her long lustrous hair and slipped down her
back and clutched at her bottom. Kate winced as he forced her hinds wide
apart.
ÒOh! David! DonÕt spurt on my thigh!Ó Kate heard Marie exclaim.
ÒIÕm sorry!Ó David yelped.
ÒItÕs alright. HeÕll be up again in a minute. HeÕs young and full of
himself,Ó Rod laughed.
ÒIÕll wipe your leg,Ó Kate heard Beth say to her hostess.
There were no smooth sheets or comfy pillows to receive Kate. She
felt Jim bump her dimpled anal hole, between her bottomcheeks, and she
winced. Feeling his penis there, testing her, drawing back a little and
leaving behind a liquid trace of himself, she felt a shiver of pleasure but
she winced because she knew how brutally imposing a manÕs cock could be.
Especially in a girlÕs soft, tight little fanny, a girl of 19 who had never
permitted a man to take her there until just this month. Kate wished for
at least a bed to receive the male behind her. Yet the room, with its
enclosing walls and treacherous whips and painful little sextoys was
designed to put its occupants to the test. To show a girl what she was
made of. To test if she could survive.
Jim leaned forward and kissed Kate on her neck. He paid no mind to
where his manhood might go, letting its bulky sausage-like length butt up
against her. Kate was forced to arch her hips forward to try to get away
from the thing. Snakelike, it bowed and bent behind her, shoving itself
into her flesh. Kate drew her bottomcheeks together to try to deny it
entry. It was between her cheeks already. Finding her anus too tight, it
threaded itself up between her jamming cheeks and pulsed there against
her. SheÕd trapped it, trying to keep it out of herself. Jim bit painfully
into her neck.
ÒOh!Ó Kate cried. It was a simple hickey, but in this room, with her
breasts full of tension atop her sighing ribs, with her cunny all wet and
her bottomcheeks drawn together to deny admittance to what had already
arrived, Alien-like, Kate felt pain. JimÕs teeth seemed like those of a
Vampire and he drew his mouth back, taking her skin with him, sucking it
from her neck and then finally letting go and leaving a big red circular
mark where his mouth had possessed her.
ÒBend down and grab your ankles,Ó Jim told Kate. They were words
of command.
ÒNo,Ó she breathed, but he simply took her hair in his fist and shoved
her head down. To keep from falling, Kate grabbed her ankles. She was
his. She held on for dear life.
ÒJim, it would be rude for you to take her au natural,Ó Kate heard
Lynette laugh mirthfully. She saw the womanÕs slim thighs appear behind
her. Jim grunted, she felt a hand with long nails pass across her bottom
and pull him an inch or so away so he could be oiled.
ÒMy, youÕre going to get right to the most intimate of entrances,
arenÕt you?Ó Lynette said to Jim. Kate heard a phialÕs cork pop open and
saw a drooling of oil between her legs. Kate was pouring the oil on JimÕs
dick and some was running round to the underside of his shaft and passing
on to the floor.
ÒSave some for me, would you?Ó Lynette asked. Kate thought she
would be penetrated, hearing that, but Lynette seemed to want to smear
the oil all over Jim, and she found herself waiting. She held her ankles
tight and gazed beyond herself at Marie and David. They were upside down,
but she could see everything, right up to their necks were her own fleecy
bush got in the way.
Marie oozed sexual accomplishment from every pore of her body. Her
every little movement and wiggle was cultured, discreet, and yet
provoking. Naked, she was even more desirable. David stiffened almost
immediately, standing there before her, despite the fact that he had just
jettisoned an admirable load on her thigh.
ÒOh! Am I exciting you, David?Ó Marie asked. She was not touching
him. Rather, she was letting Beth finish up wiping her thigh. It was a
calm, yet electrifying sight. Marie, standing for once without purpose or
direction, watching as Beth folded a handkerchief and stroked her tanned
thigh until all DavidÕs milk-white jism had been removed. Yet he was
ready to donate more.
Proudly David offered himself. Marie drew back just a little from
him, as if to deny him. But she extended her fingers to him. With loving
care she touched his cockhead with all ten of his fingers.
ÒYou must learn to control yourself a little, David,Ó Marie said with
deep feeling in her voice. She didnÕt want to offend the boy, but he must,
Kate knew, be taught at least some rudimentary manners. ÒThis is not
your bedroom at home and I am not a photograph, David. IÕm real,Ó Marie
cautioned him. ÒI know weÕre in a room for sex play, but you must still try
to hold back yourself a little, so we can have some fun with you before you
run out of steam. Do you understand, David?Ó
The boy nodded. Marie let her fingertips glide down his shaft and she
told Beth to open a bottle of oil, spiced oil, so he could be properly
prepared for the night ahead.
ÒNow this time, I want you to keep your fun stuff inside you until I
say you can let it out, okay?Ó Marie, who obviously planned to claim the
eager young man for herself, told him. He nodded like a schoolboy and
watched as she poured specially warmed oil over his proud erection.
ÒMan, thatÕs HOT!Ó David yelped.
ÒKeep still, David. I would never hurt you,Ó Marie told him. She
trickled the heated oil up and down his length to let the moment last as
long as possible.
Jim, meanwhile, had no such patience. He pulled himself free of
Lynette. She clearly wanted to rub him awhile but he was eager to
penetrate KateÕs bottom. Involuntarily, not knowing how to escape or
where to go, afraid to inflame his anger, she waited with legs apart,
showing him her bottom and her lovely fat tremulous cheeks. He
repossessed them with his hands, paused a moment despite himself to
savor their silky resilience, and then thrust himself hard into her crack.
ÒNOOOOO!Ó Kate cried, but nobody listened, except with pleasure, for
the room was made for sexual violation. With rude, thrusting strokes,
happy in his wet oiled state, Jim rammed himself forward, probing,
digging with his pee hole and the bulbous head which it was formed from,
finding his way slowly into the inner reaches of KateÕs insucking, yet
resisting, little hole.
ÒAtta-boy, she can take you, IÕm sure she can!Ó Lynette urged Jim.
Kate wished the woman would go away but she seemed entranced by the
utter lewdness of the sight before her. Kate screeched. Jim gave a whoop
of joy, as if he were at a football game. Lynette whispered a little cheer
to help inspire him to his goal. Kate felt an indriving sausage invade her,
first the head, just its peehole tip, really, then the full width of the
crown, then, with Kate trying to rise but Lynette suddenly clapping a hand
to her head to hold her down, the full wide breadth of the flange.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Swank, August 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.swankmag.com
Review: ÒShe looks like a naked child,Ó Perply confided in me.
ÒPerply!Ó I said. ÒIÕm trying to publish a respectable magazine. You
know, a magazine devoted to strong, assertive, dominant women. Sluts
who know what they want in life and wonÕt take ÔnoÕ for an answer! If a
woman hasnÕt been laid a million times, if she hasnÕt had at least one
abortion and two kids, if her cunt isnÕt big enough to fit a U-Haul in, I have
no interest in her.Ó
ÒStill, she looks like a naked child,Ó Perply said again.
ÒAlright,Ó I said. ÒShow her to me, then. YouÕve got my curiosity up
now. But I wish youÕd think of something besides little girls.Ó
ÒThink of it this way,Ó Perply said. ÒIÕm the guy who used to collect
turds. As I see it, IÕm moving up in the world.Ó
Perply got out the issue of Swank. He showed it to me.
ÒGood God!Ó I cried. ÒHow sweet she looks! How innocent!Ó
ÒYou see?Ó Perply said. ÒAnd yet, at the same time, how buxom she
is too. Blonde, blue-eyed, with bosoms like cantaloupes and perfect pink
nipples.Ó
If you havenÕt guessed which girl Perply showed me, her name is
Sabrina. Her pictorial begins on page 6. This is the most perfect girl IÕve
seen in a very long time. SheÕs young, and her face has an innocent,
cherubic quality to it. Yet because she is so stunningly beautiful, she can
also give her face the look of a worldly woman. Her mood determines how
she looks, from moment to moment. Watch as she smiles into the camera,
lifting one leg to show her bare slit, with a look of schoolgirl innocence
on her face. Marvel at how artless she looks as she leans forward over a
couch, baring her flawless bottom. Finally, gaze at her gasping face as
she looks back over her shoulder and waits to feel you thrusting into her.
ThereÕs a second set of photos of Sabrina that youÕll want to have, to
go with her bottom-baring pictorial in Swank. ItÕs in:
Genesis, September 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.genesismagazine.com
Review: God! What a marvelous set of photos! In this magazine,
Sabrina plays with a red dildo. She licks it. She prods her pussy with it.
And, most deliciously, she uses it to beckon someone to come and play
with her. (Pg. 76.)
Imagine Sabrina of Swank going to a party. SheÕs young and innocent.
She knows thereÕs going to be some hanky-panky, but sheÕs not sure what.
She keeps a firm hold on her MasterÕs hand, hoping heÕll protect her.
Now, look at Sabrina in Genesis. Look at the picture of her, with
worldly eyes, beckoning with the red dildo. Who is she summoning? Why,
the Sabrina in Swank, of course!
I admit this is a bit complicated and perverted, but thatÕs what
happens when you have a friend like Perply.
(IÕd mention that you can combine the pictorial ÒJezebel,Ó on page 8
in the September Genesis, with the pictorial ÒLinda and Susan,Ó on page 76
in the September Swank, but then youÕd think IÕm as perverted as Perply!)
Yo Sista
by Lisa Scarboro
Good coffee here,
DonÕt ruin it with too much sugar, sugar.
Walking in on a cold call,
not knowing what the place is like,
wondering if my poetry will move anyone,
and if it does,
I hope it wonÕt be out the door.
Mr. Wrong and Peter Piper sit with the comic guy.
Poor and Sarah were on three legged stools.
The Blue boys are hanging by the door, because they
like the neon light thatÕs shining on them there.
Rasta Man is upbeat, buzzing on the beans.
Patterns changing, rearranging.
Glass brickwork with no reflections.
ThereÕs a mysterious woman in a raincoat, watching
through the mist, still as a painting.
A Russian kat told Sarah that he had a dream about
her and her money.
The little silver bullet misfired and shot a blank.
Good thing we parked on a hill.
AND IN THE END...
PARENTS KNOW BEST !
ÒArnold Schwarzenegger was born in Graz, Austria, the son of the
local police chief. He went against his fatherÕs wishes when at age
fifteen he decided that he wanted a career as a bodybuilder.Ó
- Dreaming Aloud, by Christopher Heard, pg. 64.
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ÒBefore long he was crowned Junior Mr. Europe. He would go on to
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Universe title five times.Ó
- Dreaming Aloud, by Christopher Heard, pgs. 64-65.