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Summer Vacation Advice from
O U R T R U S T W O R T H Y A L L I E S
“A delightful way of spending an afternoon in Oxford or
Cambridge is gliding down the river in a flat-bottomed boat called a
Yerinal. This practice is known as ‘cottaging’. Some places rent such
craft by the hour, so if you’d like a go simply tell a policeman you’d
like to know where the public Yerinals are because you’d like to do some
cottaging. He may even offer to accompany you to the (boat) station.
“[ Dining in Great Britain is as convenient as in America,
perhaps more so! ] When the bill comes it will show a suggested
amount. Pay what you think is fair, unless you plan to dine there again
in which case you should tell the waiter ‘I am doing a runner,’ and
simply walk out. He will understand that he should ‘run’ a tab for you
from now on.”
- Mayfair, Volume 32, Number 6, (back
page).
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 289
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
Tabitha’s lips lapped at my cunt. I bucked up at her. She
shoved her twat down on my mouth and begged me from some muffled, far
away place to lick her like crazy. I smelled her womanly scent. I knew
she could smell me. There was a sprinkling of her on my tongue. At the
same time I felt myself offer up a potion of my own. We nuzzled, we
licked, we ate. Within minutes the two of us were thrashing on the
sheet as we fed within each other’s pussies like starving Somalis.
Above us the men stood, waiting, watching. I knew they must be
enthralled by our performance because Frank seemed to grow even bigger
before my eyes. His poor condom actually rose back up his shaft,
partway, as his thing within grew to greater proportions. I reached up
and fingered Tabitha’s a-hole. Frank bent low and put the nozzle of the
bottle of lubricant to her hiney. He squirted. I helpfully rubbed the
squirtings around. I know Tabby could feel me because she vengefully
dug even deeper into me with her tongue. I screamed. I gasped and
screamed again. In retaliation I begged from her muff for more
lubricant. Frank complied, happily, squirting her a-hole some more.
With my fingertips I pushed the lubricant inside her hole. Tabitha
bucked atop my face. I knew she wanted it now. Frank did too. As he
presented himself to her I licked ever more feverishly to keep her
swooning. She spread her thighs even more widely upon my face and I
helpfully pulled back her butt cheeks to make her as open as possible.
I watched with big eyes as Frank introduced first his pee hole to her,
then his indriving cockhead, and finally, as she screeched at his size,
the shaft of his penis, shoving the flange of his head past her
sphincter as if he were an executioner. Impaled on him, Tabitha lost
her will to fuck my pussy and rubbed her cheek on it instead. My muff
became a pillow to her. A place of refuge and consolation. She
breathed hard on my clit as Frank drove himself more deeply into her.
She bit at the fleecy curls of my muff and grazed on them like a sheep.
Frank was massive and remorseless. He did not think of
anything but himself. Drawing out only a little to give her relief, he
burrowed anew into Tabitha’s hole. She bleated sheeplike, as he found
yet unopened depths within her. In and out he moved, each time going
deeper, never pulling himself all the way out. Tabitha bounced on my
mouth and licked consolingly at my pussy. She wanted him, she loved his
largeness, the challenge of it, yet the actual taking of him was proving
quite difficult. I kept my tongue working quickly over her clit to give
her as much relief as possible. She spent again and again on my
cheeks.
Meanwhile, the two males who’d followed me to the sheet were
finding themselves too excited to wait any longer. I felt their big
palms settle onto my thighs. They drew me apart, as if I were just a
doll or a piece of furniture that could be moved at will. I felt a
blunt object butt rudely against my cunny. Tabby’s face seemed to be
moved aside, held, restrained. I tried to close my legs but it was too
late. Not even knowing the name of the man who wanted me, not even
really seeing his face in the darkness, I suddenly felt his manhood come
spearing into me.
“Aaaaack!” I shouted. Too late! He forced himself in deeper
and I felt as if he might split me in two. I’d not seen his full size.
Perhaps he was as big as Frank! My eyes lost their vision a moment as
the man at my cunny shoved himself in me. Deeper he went, then deeper
still. He’d lubed himself, I realized, and inside my wetness I had only
my virgin tightness to stop him. I gripped with my belly, it was not
enough. He was wilful and strong and determined. I felt him slide up
within me and I gasped into Tabitha’s cunt. She responded by rubbing
herself on me. Frank seemed to like seeing me raped and he began
pumping Tabitha’s bottom.
Soon Tabitha and I were both full and the men had us right
where they wanted us. With happy strokes they both began pumping. I
felt like a farm animal brought to the barn for inseminating. The males
were eager to spurt, to relieve themselves. They fucked with abandon.
I licked Tabby to keep her happy even as she licked at me. We cried out
amidst our licks. The third male, left out, stood over our tableaux and
rubbed himself. As we felt our two suitors come within us he spurted
out his own reward. He swung his dick around to make sure we all got
some. Sperm fell in my hair and in Tabitha’s lovely locks and even got
on the men! They shouted at him to stop, but of course he was too happy
to. As soon as he was done he withdrew. He didn’t want to have to face
Frank or the other male after sperming them against their will!
Many minutes later our course was complete. Kissing each other
a final time, Tabitha and I rose up from the sheet. We took to our feet
unsteadily. Two girls came up to help us. Our lovers were gone.
They’d enjoyed their spending and returned to the fire. I glanced at
them. Frank was busily roasting a wienie and the other male, whose name
I did not know, was getting himself licked off by a girl.
“I think we should go hop in the tub,” Tabby confessed to me.
I looked at her. There was sperm all in her hair and down her back and,
thanks to Frank, leaking out her bottom. I reached down and touched
myself. Cum was seeping out of my pussy and running down my thighs.
“Yeah, tub time,” I agreed. We smiled. Hand in hand we went
to the bathroom where, to our surprise, we found Beth and Francis. Sunk
within a tubfull of bubbles that came up to their boobs, they were
playing with a whip. Francis struck Beth’s boob lightly with the strand
of leather.
“Ouch!” Beth exclaimed. But she did not try to protect her
bosoms. They both looked up at us as we entered the bathroom.
“Uh, hi! Can we join you?” Tabitha asked.
“Sure, if you don’t mind getting your nipples whipped!” Beth
replied. Tabitha struck her again, actually hitting her nipple this
time, and Beth shouted out a pained cry.
“Oh, you two are just being silly!” Tabitha said dismissively.
Francis, whose hands were still dry, reached over amidst the towels and
bath oils piled on the rim of the tub and picked up a bottle of Aspirin.
“No we’re not,” Francis said. “We’re doing some very serious
experimenting, aren’t we, Beth?”
“Yes,” Beth answered. There were light pink marks on her
breasts where the whip had already fallen. Her nipples, despite the
warmth of the water, were stiff as nails.
“Here, each of you need to take two of these,” Francis said.
She emptied four Aspirin into her hand. Reluctantly, wanting a bath,
Tabby and I reached down and accepted the Aspirin.
Beth took a glass from the side of the tub and turned and
filled it under the tub’s faucet. She offered it to us to swallow down
our Aspirin. Tabitha took it, popped the Aspirin into her mouth, and
swallowed them with some water. Then she gave the glass to me. I was
aching all over from being fucked and didn’t mind what the Aspirin was
for. I swallowed them down.
“Okay, now you may come in!” Francis told us. Tabitha and I
took each other’s hand for reassurance and stepped into the tub. We
settled down into the bubbles. The water was hot. It felt good. I had
to squat down slowly so as not to feel burned. As soon as I’d sat down
in the tub and could feel the water lapping beneath my breasts Francis
struck them with her whip.
“Owwww!” I cried. I looked down at myself. There was a pink
mark next to my right nipple. Francis hit my left breast. “Stop!” I
begged.
“Welcome to the ‘discipline tub,’” Francis said to me with a
candid look on her face. She had a snub nose and impish, widely spaced
eyes. She looked like a little French elf, sitting there in the
bubbles. And a bad elf, at that. I noticed she didn’t have any marks
on her boobies at all.
I splashed her breasts. I felt like pinching them but I was
scared of her whip. It was small, a pony whip, but it hurt.
“Hey! Don’t get my titties wet! I’m the domme!” Francis
shouted. It was silly of her. She was wet right up to her midsection,
completely immersed in the tub right up to her boobs. But they were,
except for my splashing, still soft and dry, like melons grown indoors
to protect them from the summer heat. They stood out in pale contrast
to her brown, suntanned shoulders, which were just as smooth and dry as
her breasts. Her hair was piled up atop her head to protect it from the
water.
“Well, tub domme, you may be in charge, but you’re still in my
bath tub,” Tabitha said to Francis. It was true. It was her tub. But
I think she admired Francis for her spunk in thinking up such a daring
game.
“Just a little whipping on the boobs, to see what it feels
like,” Francis said with hopeful eyes.
“Alright, just a very little bit,” Tabby replied. She was at
once rewarded with a crisp flick of the whip right across one of her
nipples. “Yeeeowch!” Tabitha yelped.
“Relax. This stimulates the nipples and breasts to keep them
from getting breast cancer,” Francis said.
“You’re just making that up,” Tabitha replied, with an accusing
look in her eyes.
“I’m taking pre-med. I should know,” Francis said. She hit
Tabby on her bosoms again.
“Oh, God! I hope you’re not just fooling with me,” Tabitha
gasped. Her nipple wiggled reproachfully, struck by the whip. Her
breath, deep and tremulous, made her bosoms rise and fall.
“And now you,” Francis said to me.
HOW TO GET ON IN AMERICA
free advice from holy joe
It’s been said that the best things in life are free, and I
couldn’t agree more. Why pay $5.00 for a guide book when you can just
find the answer for free on the Internet?
In this month’s issue of Mayfair, a Brit writes to the magazine
and asks the following question: “I’m planning on travelling outside
the British Isles, specifically, to our former colonies across the
Atlantic. How should I comport myself when I arrive there? (I wouldn’t
want to start a riot or revolution or anything. You know how touchy
those Yanks can be.”
Mayfair, of course, responded, one Brit to another. (That’s
“Yanks,” guys, not “Wanks.” Just thought you should know that.) And if
you paid Mayfair $6.99, you were privileged to read their advice.
I don’t believe in seeing pornographers line their pockets with
simple advice, when it should be available for nothing. Hence, this
column. (Next time print photos on that page, guys. That’s what we
Wanks buy your magazine for.)
First, it must be understood that not everyone in America is
white. America is an immigrant nation. There are many races and
nationalities here. So, I figure, in this column, the really important
subject I should address is race. Let’s look at a few.
Chinese - No doubt, when travelling in America, you’ll want to
see a little Kung Fu. (You probably remember that famous American
television show of the same name.) The best place to see Kung Fu is in
Chinatown, in San Francisco. Find a Kung Fu school (there’s lots of
them), and go inside and look for a big guy wearing a black belt. His
black belt means he’s very knowledgeable about Kung Fu. Go up to him
and say, “Hi, are you a Chink?” (This is Chinese Pidgin for ‘Are you a
Great Master’ (in the art of Kung Fu)? He’ll probably be delighted you
called him a Chink, and show you a few Kung Fu moves right away, for
free!
Mexicans - You’ll find a lot of these down in Texas. White
people revolted and stole the state from Mexico. Now the Mexicans are
stealing it back. Most Mexicans had to swim across the Rio Grande to
get to Texas. Either they did, or one of their revered ancestors.
Mexicans are like Mormons, in that they have a strong family tradition
and like to remember their ancestors, and honor them, unlike the White
Folks, who usually stick them in “a home.” So when you see a Mexican,
say, “Behold the Wetback!” This will give him wonderful memories of his
own past, or of the past of his noble ancestors. He’ll probably invite
you to a fiesta or something for honoring his ancestors in that manner.
Blacks - Some people worry about walking through Harlem, but
really there’s no problem at all if you know how to “comport” yourself.
First, there is a theory that Blacks hate the South. Nonsense! Most
blacks are FROM the South, and many are starting to migrate back there
from the North. So, when in Harlem, first get a boom box. You’ll have
to turn it up real loud to fit in. Then, play tapes, like, “I Wish I
Was in Dixie,” and other famous Southern tunes. If you need a tape,
just call a telephone operator and ask to speak to the KKK. (The
Krackerjack Knitting Kollective, but don’t bother mentioning the name to
the operator, it’s too long and she’ll just get confused.) The KKK is a
bunch of old ladies down South who knit Southern flags, plus they sell
tapes too. (Usually their nephew Billie Bob answers the phone,
though.) So before you leave Britain, stock up on tapes from the KKK.
Also, ask for the Southern Battle Flag. Blacks especially revere this
flag because it was carried in the Civil War by its greatest general,
Robert E. Lee.
Anyway, once you’re properly equipped, set off on your
sightseeing tour through Harlem. Whenever you see a black dude, say,
“Hi, Nigger!” Some people think this is the “N” word, but that word is
“Negro.” The word “Nigger” is a term of endearment between black people
and they often use it when talking to one another. By calling them
“Nigger,” you’ll be demonstrating that you wish to use the same term of
endearment, and they’ll admire your attempt at intimacy.
White people - As you know, white people are always very busy
in America. They work from dawn to dusk, and getting to all the places
they need to go can be very trying. Hence, they honk their horns a lot,
to clear the road in front of them, so they can get where they’re
going. You can help them unwind by noticing this fact, and greeting
them as a “Honkey.” Just say, “Hi, Honkey.” Or, better yet, since
white people often curse when they’re busy cutting each other off on the
freeway, say, “Fuck You, Honkey.” As long as you’re not in the car next
to them, they’ll be delighted to hear you say it, and probably share a
laugh with you about how harried their life is.
Another way to ingratiate yourself with white people is to
smile at their daughters and give them candy. Just walk up to any
little girl you see and say to her, “Hi, little girl. Would you like
some candy?” Then tell her parent how sweet she looks, and how you’d
love to take her picture in the nude. Americans had to tame a big, wild
country to create their civilization and they still have a deep respect
for all things natural. Asking to photograph a white person’s daughter
“in her natural state,” or “in the nude” will bring you the greatest
attention from Americans.
Indians - (Not from India, but the kind that live on a
reservation). This is an easy group. Just walk through an Indian
reservation giving “the Tomahawk chop.” This will indicate that you
have some familiarity with Indian weaponry and an admiration for their
ancient warriors. Indians will be sure to come up to you and share a
greeting with you when they see you doing the chop. If you can’t
remember their name when they give it to you, just call them “Tonto.”
He’s a famous T.V. Indian and they’ll be flattered you think they’re
him.
Well, this concludes my article. And best of all, you didn’t
have to pay a dime for it. I probably mailed it right to you, didn’t
I? Enjoy your travels inside America, and if anyone asks you which
health plan you carry, just tell them, “I’m a lawyer.” They’re very
popular in America, especially in hospitals, where they help patients
get money for their injuries.
AND IN THE END...
Yuppies get their Due
YOUR SON THE CHILD MOLESTER
“Port Washington, Wisconsin -- A jury convicted an 18-year-old
high school senior of the sexual assault of a child after he impregnated
his 15-year-old girlfriend. Although he took responsibility as the
father, asked the girl to marry him and got a full-time job to support
the child, he faces prison and a lifetime branded as a sex offender on
state and federal registries.”
- Playboy, September 1997, pg. 48.
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