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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 “social promotion.” They said, “If
you don’t pass this grade, you don’t get promoted to the next grade.”
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 I’m 38. Because social promotion has ended, I’m 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, I’ve been
lifting weights. So I’m pretty big now. Even better, I have a car.
Guess what? All the girls in the 7th grade like me. And,
since I’ve had 26 years to “learn the moves”, I’m pretty sure of myself
now.
Do you know who is popping all the virgins in the 7th grade
this year? That’s right! Me!
Yes, I want to thank my school for ending “social promotion”.
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 you’re wondering how I’m able to speak to you, it’s a little
hobby of mine. Sending messages into the past. We’ve mastered it here
in 2025. (Technically, it’s illegal, but thanks to the Clinton
Precedent, just because something’s illegal doesn’t mean you can’t do
it!)
Anyway, I didn’t want to bore you about how to send messages on
the Internet. You already know how to do that. And, in time, you’ll be
able to speak to the past, just as I’m doing now.
BUT if you’re in school, QUIT STUDYING! Please, don’t 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
“the moves” you can be a cherry popper just like me.
Imagine -- fresh, virgin pussy, for the rest of your life!
It’s 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
Passion’s 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.
“What is it, dear?” Gilda asked at last. She reached out and
lifted the strawberry from between Kate’s teeth. Kate remained silent.
“Well?” 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, “Gilda, I have to pee!”
Laughter erupted around the table. Kate blushed instantly,
despite already being bare and laid out for them all to look at.
“Well you can’t pee now!” Gilda said indignantly. “Is that
what you wanted to tell me? Kate, I’ve 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? You’ll just have to hold it, dear. We’ll eat you
in a minute. Then afterward you can excuse yourself if you absolutely
have to!” With that Gilda put the strawberry back into Kate’s 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 fiancee’s
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 boyfriend’s 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.
“Eat the dessert,” he ordered her gruffly. Beth lowered her
face, trying not to look into Kate’s eyes as she did so. She licked
tentatively at one of Kate’s nipples. Then, uttering a sharp “Oh!” as
her boyfriend stabbed more deeply into her bottom, she passed her mouth
down onto Kate’s bosom and began to vigorously suck.
Gilda, at Ben’s urging, stood and leaned in over the table.
She began to delicately lap up the pulp fruit over Kate’s remaining
bosom. As she did, Ben tucked up her skirt in back so that her bare ass
could be seen.
“Don’t pee on me, bitch,” the woman in black warned Kate, who
couldn’t 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
Kate’s pussy. As Beth and Gilda lapped the fruit from Kate’s breasts,
Beth sucking hard on Kate’s left tit while Gilda gently laved and licked
the right, Zelda devoured Kate’s 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 didn’t mind. He ate the chocolate-coated
strawberry out of Kate’s navel. From behind someone swatted him. He
yelped and began licking Kate’s belly and rubbing his dick in the folds
of the napkin.
“Unnnn, nooo!” 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 Kate’s breasts, as they were taken. Meanwhile at Kate’s 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 Kate’s urine splashed into her face.
“You bitch! You bitch!” 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 Kate’s 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 she’d come. She returned his kiss lovingly.
“Fuck me,” she begged him.
“Alright,” 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 Gilda’s 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
Kate’s 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-shirt’s 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
he’d 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 woman’s 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 Kate’s t-shirt. She
lifted it off Kate, then brushed Kate’s 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 o’clock
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 don’t 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. Here’s what it said.
“Dear Mom. I met a guy. He’s a stranger. What should I do?”
Answer:
1. If you meet a guy you like, have wild sex.
2. If you meet a guy you don’t like, you are very holy to
reject the pervert.
As you can see, Perply’s device is very powerful. It is able
to get down to the raw essence of a girl’s 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.
I’d still like a device that would let me see a girl’s panties,
however.
AND IN THE END...
Thank God for Literary Writers
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matters sexual, the older Updike may be vilified for his sexual
obsessions yet again.”
- 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 wouldn’t have
anything to do with saying “Up yours” to a Dike, would it?
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