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HOW I GOT SMART
by being stupid!
written by Thistle B. Smedley
Hi. I want to talk to you. Back in 1999 I was an Honors Student. I
whizzed through every grade. I did a lot of homework. I was headed for
Harvard.
Then I got smart, by being stupid.
1999 is the year they ended Òsocial promotion.Ó They said, ÒIf you
donÕt pass this grade, you donÕt get promoted to the next grade.Ó
Now, back in 1999, I was very smart. I was also the skinniest,
shrimpiest kid in my whole school. All the girls hated me. None of them
wanted to go out with me.
Today IÕm 38. Because social promotion has ended, IÕm still in the
7th Grade. However, at 38, I am no longer the shrimpiest kid in my school.
In fact, instead of studying for the last 26 years, IÕve been lifting
weights. So IÕm pretty big now. Even better, I have a car.
Guess what? All the girls in the 7th grade like me. And, since IÕve
had 26 years to Òlearn the movesÓ, IÕm pretty sure of myself now.
Do you know who is popping all the virgins in the 7th grade this
year? ThatÕs right! Me!
Yes, I want to thank my school for ending Òsocial promotionÓ. What
a tragedy it would have been for me to go to Harvard, graduate, and work
for NASA for the rest of my life as a total virgin.
If youÕre wondering how IÕm able to speak to you, itÕs a little hobby
of mine. Sending messages into the past. WeÕve mastered it here in 2025.
(Technically, itÕs illegal, but thanks to the Clinton Precedent, just because
somethingÕs illegal doesnÕt mean you canÕt do it!)
Anyway, I didnÕt want to bore you about how to send messages on the
Internet. You already know how to do that. And, in time, youÕll be able to
speak to the past, just as IÕm doing now.
BUT if youÕre in school, QUIT STUDYING! Please, donÕt do any more
homework. Get yourself suspended as much as possible. Then when you
are big and strong like me, and have a car, and have figured out Òthe
movesÓ you can be a cherry popper just like me.
Imagine -- fresh, virgin pussy, for the rest of your life! ItÕs all
waiting for you, thanks to the end of social promotion at school. All you
have to do is get smart, by being stupid!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 421
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Eleven
Kate felt a tenseness within her belly. She had to pee! She looked
over at Gilda, who sat across from her face. She shifted her bottom on the
cushion. Gilda looked up from her food. Kate wanted to spit the
strawberry from her lips but she was afraid to. She tried to let Gilda
know, somehow, that she had to go to the bathroom.
ÒWhat is it, dear?Ó Gilda asked at last. She reached out and lifted
the strawberry from between KateÕs teeth. Kate remained silent. ÒWell?Ó
Gilda asked.
Kate gulped. She wanted Gilda to lean closer. Gilda remained just as
she was, expectantly, and gave Kate not the slightest sign that she
understood that Kate wished to whisper something in her ear.
Finally, quietly as she could, but knowing everyone would hear it,
Kate said, ÒGilda, I have to pee!Ó
Laughter erupted around the table. Kate blushed instantly, despite
already being bare and laid out for them all to look at.
ÒWell you canÕt pee now!Ó Gilda said indignantly. ÒIs that what you
wanted to tell me? Kate, IÕve already covered your pussy with cream and
stuck a banana up you. And what would happen to the grapes if you sat on
the potty? YouÕll just have to hold it, dear. WeÕll eat you in a minute.
Then afterward you can excuse yourself if you absolutely have to!Ó With
that Gilda put the strawberry back into KateÕs mouth before she could say
any more. With her hands cuffed underneath her, there was nothing Kate
could do.
Dinner drew to a close. The maid and Sam removed the dishes. No
plates were provided for dessert. A man drew down his fianceeÕs dress so
that her breasts could be seen. She was young, perhaps no more than 20,
and she had lovely big bosoms that were white as snow and capped by
cherry nipples. She seemed a little shy at being exposed thus but she
made no attempt to resist her boyfriend. Although Kate did not know it,
her name was Beth. Her boyfriend told Beth to help herself to Kate.
Shyly, Beth stood and kneed her way onto the dining table with her
boyfriendÕs help. When she was on the table, kneeling crouched over Kate,
her boyfriend upped her dress in back to show himself and his friends her
bottom. She gasped as he pulled down her panties and stuck his thumb in
her anus.
ÒEat the dessert,Ó he ordered her gruffly. Beth lowered her face,
trying not to look into KateÕs eyes as she did so. She licked tentatively at
one of KateÕs nipples. Then, uttering a sharp ÒOh!Ó as her boyfriend
stabbed more deeply into her bottom, she passed her mouth down onto
KateÕs bosom and began to vigorously suck.
Gilda, at BenÕs urging, stood and leaned in over the table. She began
to delicately lap up the pulp fruit over KateÕs remaining bosom. As she
did, Ben tucked up her skirt in back so that her bare ass could be seen.
ÒDonÕt pee on me, bitch,Ó the woman in black warned Kate, who
couldnÕt see her, Gilda and Beth being between her face and her pussy. The
woman in black, who was named Zelda, began to lick at the cream in KateÕs
pussy. As Beth and Gilda lapped the fruit from KateÕs breasts, Beth
sucking hard on KateÕs left tit while Gilda gently laved and licked the
right, Zelda devoured KateÕs pubic thatch as if it were a real slice of
cream-covered pie.
Sam, not wishing to be left out of the fun, leaned in over the table.
His cock pressed into a linen napkin, crushed by someone and thrown onto
the table, but he didnÕt mind. He ate the chocolate-coated strawberry out
of KateÕs navel. From behind someone swatted him. He yelped and began
licking KateÕs belly and rubbing his dick in the folds of the napkin.
ÒUnnnn, nooo!Ó Beth cried out as a man, not her boyfriend, but at his
direction, presented his cock to her bottom. At the same time Gilda, for
the amusement of Ben, was offered up to a male guest. He chose to enter
her cunt. Both females began gasping and shouting, still licking KateÕs
breasts, as they were taken. Meanwhile at KateÕs crotch Zelda was busily
devouring the banana that had been put halfway into her. Kate felt a
tremor run through her stretched-out form and realized she was on the
brink of peeing. Suddenly, without wanting to but unable to help herself,
thanks to all the mouths that were at her, Kate peed. Zelda screeched as
KateÕs urine splashed into her face.
ÒYou bitch! You bitch!Ó Zelda cried. At the same time Sam, who up
until now had been quite obedient, suddenly rubbed himself hard on the
table, upon the napkin that pressed up against his penis from below. His
belly provided pressure from above. In a heated rush, as someone slapped
his bottom, he jismed his seed out onto the table.
Kate sighed and begged to be licked. But Zelda was in a rage and had
to be restrained by her husband. Some man, relishing the thought of a pee-
soaked pussy, put his face to KateÕs snatch and began to lick it. Kate cried
out blissfully. He buried his tongue in her and, oblivious to the chaos
around him, he concentrated wholeheartedly on her slit. At last, with
Gilda and Beth still at her bosoms, with Sam still shamefacedly licking
her belly, Kate reached her bliss under the ragged licking tongue of the
anonymous man between her legs. Ben bent down and kissed her when
sheÕd come. She returned his kiss lovingly.
ÒFuck me,Ó she begged him.
ÒAlright,Ó he answered. He went past Gilda and mounted the table
where her hips lay waiting. He pushed the man aside, his duty done, and
offered him GildaÕs behind if he should wish to lick some more. Ben undid
enough of himself to service Kate and pushed himself into her cunt. He
worked her hard, not coming quickly as Kate expected he might. With
Zelda still screaming from the far corner of the room, Ben rode Kate to
completion.
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Chapter Twelve
During the night every man who wished to mounted Kate. She was
forced to receive him, lying atop the table smeared in cream and leftover
bits of fruit. Ben encouraged each man to fuck her so that she might be
opened more fully. When her cunt had been pillaged they turned her over
onto her belly. Her bottomcheeks were spread apart. Zelda, recovering her
dignity somewhat, assisted. Kate felt her hind cheeks pried open and,
fearful that she would be hurt, she begged to be let up. But they all
ignored her. Each man was encouraged to thrust into her little hole and
make it more receptive. Sam was one of the roughest; in his youthfulness
he was preternaturally hard, despite losing himself earlier in the night in
a crumpled napkin. His eagerness to have her was too great for him to
entertain any consideration for her welfare. He jammed himself into her
as quickly as he could. His passage was eased somewhat by the spending
of the other men, left behind in her behind as a token of their conquest.
Yet Kate found herself screaming as Sam used her. He was young and rude,
his cock was urgent.
Kate heard Ben cautioning Sam not to hurt her. She was to be
opened, not ruined, Ben warned the boy, and for the first time Kate, in the
midst of a scream, thought he seemed to be referring to her as if she were
not merely his slave, but as if she had some financial value to him.
In the last hour of the party, when every man had given all his balls
had to offer, a woman turned Kate onto her back again. She used KateÕs
tits to make her pussy cream. She rode them, Kate knew, for her nipples
in their stiffness were all the hardness left to this party.
Morning came as a soft light in the shadowed hall. Kate heard the
footsteps of the maid and she entered the windowless dining room to find
Kate still lying on the table. She went about her business, cleaning up the
room, ignoring Kate. Slowly, feeling herself utterly used, Kate drifted
into sleep. Her last thoughts wished to be self-pitying, but instead she
found herself amazed, thinking of how the men had worked so hard to fill
her with themselves. Perhaps it was just their lust, she told herself, yet
she hoped it was something more; a deep admiration, perhaps, of her
beauty.
In her sleep Kate was a little girl, just nine-years-old, and she was
somehow to be the sexual centerpiece at a dinner party. She saw herself
sitting crosslegged on the floor. She watched T.V. in the family room of a
house as guests were ushered through the front door. They were let in and
taken down a hall to a dining room. None of them saw her, for she was
tucked away in the family room, watching cartoons, yet soon all of them
would see her, with her little body naked while they still remained
dressed, eating with proper manners at the dinner table.
Kate was dressed in her dream in a t-shirt. But it was sleeveless
and slit up both sides right to the neck line. It billowed out in front of her
when she shifted forward, and fell open in back if she leaned back. It was
tied down at her waist. A little knot on each side of her, riding on her
hips, held the front and back of the t-shirtÕs slit sides together.
A man, perhaps wiser than most, seeking out the real treasure of the
house, wandered to the doorway of the family room and gazed in at Kate.
She pretended not to notice, yet she was secretly thrilled that heÕd found
her and hoped he liked her. She leaned forward and let her shirt fall open.
He could see the side of her body, bare underneath her shirt, and she knew
he could see her budding young breasts, small peaks of flesh that she was
both embarrassed by and proud of.
He stood sipping a drink. Kate watched the T.V. She interlaced her
fingers and tried absently cracking her knuckles as she watched
characters assault each other in a cartoon house on the T.V. She could not
get her knuckles to crack. She unlaced her fingers. The man drifted away.
She heard a womanÕs voice and he was escorted out to the dining room.
Perhaps 15 minutes later, when the cartoon had finished, the woman
came into the family room, by herself, and with a smile urged Kate to her
feet. She led Kate into the kitchen. There, on a rolling cart, Kate was to
lie and be decorated for dessert. Kate looked at the big cart and only
began unbuttoning her jeans when the woman insisted. They were small
denim Calvin Klein jeans but Kate wore panties under them anyway. The
woman untied the knots in the waist of KateÕs t-shirt. She lifted it off
Kate, then brushed KateÕs hair with a brush. When she was ready for Kate
to get up on the cart she told Kate to take off her panties. She might have
simply bent down and taken them off herself, for Kate was only a child,
barely past the age of eight oÕclock bathtimes. But she preferred for Kate
to do it, and waited while Kate hesitated, her small fingers tugging
uncertainly at the waistband. Finally with a small gulp Kate skimmed
down her panties. She stepped out of them and was conscious of the cool
kitchen air on her bottom, and on the lips of her cunny. As she walked up
to the cart where she was to lie, barefoot and with her blonde hair
sweeping across her nude back, she clenched and released her bottom
cheeks apprehensively. The woman very politely set a small step down on
the floor so that Kate could mount it. Otherwise she would never have
been able to get up on the cart, unless someone lifted her up like a baby.
holy joe takes you:
INSIDE THE MIND OF A GIRL !
My friend Perply, who used to like turds but now likes girls, has
invented a new device.
It lets you look inside the mind of a girl.
Now you can see past her facades, her lies, and even her lies that she
tells to herself.
I tried this device out today. On a girl. I donÕt know if she was 18
yet, and frankly I was hoping the device would show me her panties, but
instead it showed me inside her mind. HereÕs what it said.
ÒDear Mom. I met a guy. HeÕs a stranger. What should I do?Ó
Answer:
1. If you meet a guy you like, have wild sex.
2. If you meet a guy you donÕt like, you are very holy to reject the
pervert.
As you can see, PerplyÕs device is very powerful. It is able to get
down to the raw essence of a girlÕs mind. It can even get down to the
shared secrets between a girl and her mother. Secrets they would never
admit, perhaps even to themselves.
IÕd still like a device that would let me see a girlÕs panties,
however.
AND IN THE END...
Thank God for Literary Writers
ÒIf the younger Updike was notorious for his obsession with all
matters sexual, the older Updike may be vilified for his sexual
obsessions yet again.Ó
- Excerpt from a review of Toward the End of Time, by John Updike, in a
Holiday 1997 Book of the Month Club circular.
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Just wondering about the name Updike... it wouldnÕt have anything
to do with saying ÒUp yoursÓ to a Dike, would it?