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“I, Ashurbanipal, understood the wisdom of Nabu, I acquired an
understanding of all the arts of tablet-writing. I learnt to shoot the
bow, to ride horses and chariots, and to hold the reins. ... Marduk, the
wise one of the gods, presented me with information and understanding as
a gift. ... Enurt and Nergal made me virile and strong, of incomparable
force. I understood the craft of the wise Adapa, the hidden secrets of
all the scribal art; in heavenly and earthly buildings I read and
pondered; in the meetings of clerks I was present; I watched the omens,
I explained the heavens with the learned priests, recited the
complicated multiplications and divisions that are not immediately
apparent. The beautiful writings in Sumerian that are obscure, in
Akkadian that are difficult to bear in mind, it was my joy to repeat.
... I mounted colts, rode them with prudence so that they were not
violent; I drew the bow, sped the arrow, the sign of the warrior. I
flung the quivering javelins like short lances. ... I held the reins
like a charioteer. ... I directed the weaving of reed shields and
breastplates like a pioneer. I had the learning that all clerks of
every kind possess when their time of maturity comes. At the same time
I learnt what is proper for lordship, I went my royal ways.
And I did it all on the Net, wearing only my underpants.”
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 288
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
“I don’t have AIDS!” Frank protested. “They’d kick me out of
the Navy if I did.”
“Mmmhmmm, but you do have a girl in every port,” Tabitha
smiled. She picked out a very big looking condom. “With a cock like
that don’t tell me you don’t, dear,” she added. Frank grinned
sheepishly.
“I’m not unpopular,” he said. Tabitha’s smile widened, making
her look almost embarrassed as she took a squirt bottle of lubricant
from the counter and shot its contents into the condom. Then, placing
the little rolled up ring of rubber over the tip of his dick, she
lovingly filled his cock with it, unrolling it down him until most of
his shaft (but not quite all of it!) was enclosed within the unwrapped
condom.
“There! You look like Mr. Popularity himself,” Tabitha said
with a laugh. She batted his condom-sheathed dick with her hand and
watched as it wiggled back and forth like a big cellophane-wrapped
sausage. “Now, where shall I put it?” Tabitha grinned. She was still
blushing and I realized she felt silly and awkward, like a kid, playing
with such a big thing that she knew she was going to be humping and
moaning and screaming on in just a few minutes.
“Take him in the ass, Tabitha!” someone called from the
fireplace. There was a round of laughter. Tabitha smiled at the group
and then looked bashfully at me.
“Will you lick me while he pumps my butt?” Tabitha asked me
matter-of-factly. I gulped and felt my pretzel catch in my throat. I
coughed. Tabitha patted my back.
“Okay,” I wheezed.
We moved to the middle of the room. Tabitha brought the
lubricant along with her because we all knew she’d need lots of it to
take such a big man up her butt. Frank caressed her bottom as she
walked. It was small and tight and rolled atop her legs like a balloon.
“Get a sheet or something from the bed. I don’t want to get
rug burns,” Tabitha told me.
“Okay!” I said. I ran from the room. I felt my boobies
swinging as I ran. Track at junior high was never like this! I dashed
to a hallway closet and opened it and found a big pile of clean white
sheets stacked inside. I ran back into the room. The guests admired my
poise and my bounciness as I came loping back into the room.
“Someone should do her too,” I heard a woman’s voice say. Two
men rose from the fire and before I’d even reached Tabitha they were
following me across the room, just walking, their big schlongs growing
even as they came toward me. Pretending not to notice them, I unfolded
the sheet for Tabitha and unfurled it and let it settle onto the rug.
Then I got down on all fours on it and smoothed out all the wrinkles.
Tabitha, grinning, watched me and squirted lubricant all over Frank’s
dick at the same time.
“Okay, I’m ready!” I said cheerily to Tabitha, grinning up at
her. I remained kneeling on the sheet. I paid no attention to the two
interlopers behind me. But I had no doubt that their things were quite
erect by now, for I saw Tabitha’s eyes involuntarily move from me to the
men’s pricks and then back again. She gulped a little gulp. Then she
got down on all fours and we kissed to console each other.
“Don’t let him hurt me,” she said quietly to me. “Keep your
hands free and if I cry out too much, grab his dick and keep it from
going into my hole anymore.”
“He’s going to be awful slick,” I said to her. My eyes were
wide.
“Well, try your best. You’ll be right there underneath me,”
Tabitha said.
“Okay,” I answered. Boy, was this strange! Just a few hours
ago I’d been wondering what a sex club was like. Now I was being put in
charge of saving the hostess!
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Tabitha watched me with soft, bedroom eyes as I got down onto
my back. She remained kneeling, her back straight. She widened her
knees on the sheet so I could fit underneath her. Once I was settled I
reached up and fingered apart the lips of her cunt.
“Um, I guess I should say hello to your hole,” I offered. She
was wet and I poked a finger into her just to feel what it was like.
Tabitha bit her lip and did not try to stop my probings. Then, feeling
frisky, she bent forward and collapsed her legs and let her cunny come
settling right down to my mouth. Simultaneously I felt her own fingers
and tongue drop down to frig me even as I was doing her.
“Oh!” I gasped. I felt Tabitha’s hands part my lips and her
tongue poke at me like some wet snake.
“Get each other wet,” Frank announced above us. I looked up
past the bulging rim of Tabitha’s bottom and saw his maleness hanging
ominously over us. But for the condom, I’m sure he would have dripped
precum right into my eyes! Silently I thanked Tabitha for insisting on
it. The rubber was sheer, though, and through it I could see his big
cock with its veins all pulsing and ready to fuck.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
with holy joe (part 2)
Reviews of the new issues of ‘High Society’ and ‘Real Babe’
The Very Best of High Society, Number 87, $5.99.
Boy, this summer sure is hot, isn’t it? And with global
warming underway, future summers are guaranteed to be even hotter. But
Missy’s boyfriend has the perfect solution. He’s bought her an indoor
pool! Of course, it’s an inflatable baby pool, because what’s better
than fucking a girl in a baby pool?
What a great pictorial this is! There’s the pool, baby oil,
and a rubber ducky. I liked this pictorial so much, I think I left some
of my sperm on the ceiling of that porta-potty. (And some of it dripped
back down on my head, too.) (I think -- I’ll have to wait ‘til my
monthly bath to find out for sure.)
We see Missy lift up her legs and pull off her white undies,
just like a real baby would. (Pg. 40.) Then, half wet from having
splashed in her pool, she lies on her tummy on the floor again,
contemplating a bottle of baby oil. How beautiful her naked ass looks,
lightly wettened with foam! Her boyfriend, though, swats her bottom.
Doesn’t she know she’s supposed to be taking a bath? he asks her. She
doesn’t. He orders her back into her pool. He explains that his friend
is coming over, and she can play a little in her pool, but then she must
wash, to make herself presentable for their company.
Missy gets busy scrubbing. In a final shot we see her, hunched
over, her toes hardly covered by the sudsy water. She’s washing her
hair, and there are white suds all over her. It’s a pity her boyfriend
didn’t provide her with more water. But she decides to make the best of
it, for she dearly loves him, and she wouldn’t want to suggest he’s been
inadequate in any way.
Unfortunately, despite the hot poses and great props, Missy has
the face of a horse. It’s really hard to whack off to a girl if she
isn’t cute, even if she is in a baby pool. Please, High Society, take
photos only of CUTE girls. Just because a girl’s willing to strip
doesn’t mean she’s whack-off material. Call up Mayfair and get some of
their girls. Or call those girls in the Playboy Newsstand Specials.
(They aren’t Playmates so, as far as I know, they can pose for your
magazine if they want to.)
“Annabel” is the centerfold in this issue of High Society. She
plays a new bride. (Or a virginal party girl.) (The Lord wasn’t too
clear on this point.) (Either that, or I was too busy jacking off to
listen properly.) Annabel strips to her white stockings and pearls and
gets ready for some hot partying (pg. 65). On page 70, Annabel’s
bending over, contemplating which cock to suck in the party’s Cock
Sucking Competition. Then, on page 71, Annabel is required to lie back
and participate in the Clitty Stimulation Contest. Finally, in the
centerfold, she offers herself up to the winner of the Cock Sucking
Competition. This was the man who held out longest while being sucked
off. He’s ready to shoot again and, in case you were wondering, his
name is holy joe.
(Ah, you thought it was you, didn’t you?)
Real Babe, September 1997, $6.99. REAL BABE, 462 Broadway,
Suite 4000, New York, NY 10013.
This is a great new magazine. There are (college) girls in
this magazine, and it features many, many photos of white schoolgirl
panties. (Without going overboard like, say, a magazine focusing
exclusively on asses, or tits.) (Such ‘specialty’ magazines are totally
boring, in my opinion.)
My favorite two girls in this magazine were “Dawn” and “Abby.”
“Dawn” is a new sex slave. Rather than marry her master (how
old-fashioned), she agrees to commit herself to being his slave. She’s
taken to a ranch. There she will be ‘broken in’ and trained in the arts
of love. (Perhaps to end with a brand being placed on her bottom,
displaying the mark of her owner!)
Dawn gets to sleep by herself the first night, at the ranch.
Then, next morning, after a hearty breakfast, it’s time to ride down to
the paddock, where horses, cattle, and a new chattel like Dawn will be
kept.
Dawn’s ‘bridesmaids’ dress her in chaps. Since she’ll be a sex
slave, she’s no longer permitted to wear encumbering attire like
panties, or a skirt. Just chaps will do, plus boots and a cowboy hat.
But Dawn begs to be allowed to cover her breasts. After all, the owners
of homes overlooking the horse trail will certainly see her bare boobs
as she bounces down to the paddock, won’t they? The maids relent, and
let her tie a sleeveless blouse over her breasts. (First getting her
master’s permission, of course!) In keeping with her new status, Dawn’s
bottom stays bare, as well as her pussy. And she mustn’t ride ‘side
saddle.’ She must mount the horse and spread her legs and ride as a
proper slave, her pussy lips pressed to the horse. (They give her a
blanket for a saddle. Its softness arouses her as she rides.)
Gasping, Dawn reaches the paddock. It’s been a hot ride for
her, and the horse. Dawn dismounts. Stripping down to her boots, she
washes the horse. Then, knowing her own bottom will soon be even
hotter, when she receives her first whipping, she sits in the wash
bucket and lets it cool. We see her when she stands up again, with her
ass covered in suds that run down her bare legs.
This is a very creative pictorial. On pg. 27 we see shots of
her bottom, posed next to what can only be described as “anal enema farm
equipment.” Then, on page 30, we see two wooden posts. The horse is
tethered to one, with a leash. But hanging from the other post is
another leash, tethered to nothing. It dangles, expectantly, as Dawn
washes the horse. One wonders if Dawn’s master will decide to tether
her with the other leash, when it’s time for her bath. (I hope so!)
On page 31, Dawn is posed with her hand on her bare tummy. She
holds open a feed sack to feed the horse. How delightful it is to see
the open sack next to her fertile womb. The horse finds nourishment in
the sack, but Dawn’s master will find his fulfillment in her womb.
There are other objects too, in the background. An enclosing wire
fence, a big, thick, coiled hose, something shaped like a mushroom
(hence, the stem and head of a penis).
It’s nice to see a magazine that’s willing to be creative,
while still keeping its pictorials within the realm of the real, using
everyday objects.
“Abby” promised herself she wouldn’t get into anything naughty
when she decided to find off-campus lodging at her new college. (She
promised her parents, too.) Eventually she and some newfound friends
find a house, and decide to share it. Abby’s just settling in and is
pouring herself a nice, wholesome glass of milk when her friends decide
to have a party! Being all college freshman, this means ‘getting to
know you -- in the nude.’
Abby’s still drinking her milk when she sees her friends start
to fool around. She tries very hard to concentrate on her milk. But,
watching people get naked makes her nervous. The next thing you know,
she’s spilled the milk down her t-shirt! “Oh, well, take the shirt
off,” her friends tell her. Abby complies. “And take off your shorts
too,” her friends advise. “Are you afraid to be seen in your panties?
What do you think you wear when you go to the beach?” So, Abby agrees
to that too, and strips down to her panties. Finally, she agrees to get
naked. We see her sitting tentatively on the edge of a kitchen chair,
pulling down her panties, but still keeping her shoes and socks on, to
make sure she doesn’t wind up in somebody’s bed. (After all, everyone
knows you can’t wear your shoes to bed, right?)
At last Abby is in the nude, but she tells her friends that
she’s not going to do any fooling around. Seeing her naked should be
enough for them. They relent, and go on with their party, which,
according to the Lord, descends almost immediately into sinful fucking.
Abby, meanwhile, makes herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to go
with her milk. Ooops! Abby’s quite messy today. She drips (blood
colored) jelly on her breasts and has to wipe it off with a dish towel.
But she doesn’t wet the towel first, and a sticky residue is left
behind. A boy proposes that, being sticky, would Abby mind getting a
little more sticky? She’s impressed by his proposal. She knows she
shouldn’t be, but the sounds of fucking coming from the next room are
beginning to blur her judgement. So Abby mounts the kitchen table, and
agrees to her boyfriend’s proposal that she get sticky between her
legs. Next, we see her standing, leaning up against the table, with her
feet on the floor. She’s waiting for the “house warming whack” that
everyone’s decided they need in order to get properly settled.
Receiving a good spanking, Abby returns to the top of the
table. She lies upon it, spreads her legs, and agrees to ‘get to know’
every boy in the house. This is because, by first “letting off steam,”
her friends feel they will all be able to concentrate on their studies.
It’s no use trying to do homework with everyone feeling horny for each
other. But, with a little preparation, everyone can then sit quietly
and learn all the subjects of college.
Such it is, with freshmen, where the unholiest of activities
can be found to have logical, wholesome reasons behind them.
(Now if the magazine would just change its name from “Real
Babe” to “Real Baby”, I’d REALLY like it!) (Saith the Lord)
AND IN THE END...
IS FUCK DECENCY LITERATURE?
“You cannot say that a bad literature is not literature. This
is a very important. Even the most rubbish literature is, first of all,
literature, is connected and is included in the framework of literature.
“... There are very good literature that is written in vulgar,
primitive language, and still it is literature.”
- A. B. Yehoshua (C-SPAN 2, About Books, July 12, 1997.)
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