Message-ID: <5400eli$9711041039@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5400.txt>
From: Andrew Roller <roller39@IDT.NET>
Subject: FUCK DECENCY 306 Nudie Nursery (nnd) g2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <345EC530.2BEB@idt.net>
---------------------------------------------------------------
PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 306
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
“Do it,” Kate told Ray. “Reach back and open your ass for her
or you’ll get this candle flame right under your cockhead.”
“You girls are perverted!” Ray groused. He reached back,
though, and spread his hairy buns for me. I spied his little hole and
stuck my cold popsicle against it.
“Come on, Ray, your hiney-hole likes popsicles too!” I laughed.
Kate, meanwhile, hovered her candle over Ray’s prick. As he
held himself open for my impish game, he watched as Kate’s candle began
to warm at the tip where the flame flickered atop it.
“I hope none of my lifeguard buddies discover me down here,”
Ray breathed.
“You can tell them we blew your nose and then we blew your
mind,” Kate smiled. She still showed him the same glossy, good-girl
smile she had since we’d met, but now she was about to singe his dick
with hot wax!
“Are all the girls who are as beautiful as you two this
dangerous?” Ray asked. His voice was haggard. I think he was truly
worried that we were going to injure him! Imagine, a guy as big as him,
a 20-something Schwarzenegger, and he was afraid of us two little girls!
“What, haven’t you screwed tons of girls like us?” Kate asked.
“I just got the lifeguard job,” Ray admitted.
“Well, sir, you’ll just have to find out by meeting other
beautiful girls after we’re finished with you,” Kate smiled. “If, that
is, you’ve anything left to show them.” She tilted the candle slightly
and a dollop of hot wax splashed down onto Ray’s cock.
“Yeeeeooow!” Ray shouted. At the same moment I managed to
intrude some of my popsicle into his rectum. Perhaps the amazement of
being burned by hot wax had caused Ray to accept me, fearfully, like
when someone is hanged and they go in their pants. I felt his anus open
and lost some of my popsicle inside him. I kissed his hiney.
“Let mommie take your temperature,” I urged. He was ignoring
me, though, for Kate, having burned his dick with hot wax, now played
firegirl and sprayed a clump of chilled whipped cream on his dick.
“There, that should help,” she said soothingly. “Poor Ray, you
have such a big fine penis that we girls just can’t help playing tricks
on it!” His cock was truly wonderful, no match for the popsicle I was
pretending with. It quivered and throbbed and pre-cum oozed from its
tip. No sooner had Kate eased his suffering with the Redi-Whip than she
gave him a new dose of wax. It splashed down and he groaned again, not
really hurt by it but certainly taunted. Then, to make him better but
actually to make him suffer even more, Kate sprayed more icy whipped
cream on his dick. “Fire and Ice,” she smiled at him. “But you’re man
enough to take it, aren’t you, honey?”
“Not with a fucking ice-cold thermometer rammed up my butt!”
Ray shouted. But Kate and I just tittered with laughter and kept on
with our game.
Kate knelt down in front of Ray and gave him the benefit of her
mouth. Sucking with her cool swirling lips on his cockhead, she stopped
whenever the candle was about to drip more wax, let it fall, squirted
some cream on him, and then resumed her sucking.
“Control, Ray honey, control,” Kate said to our dear captive
stallion as she loosed her lips from him to burn and freeze him again.
“You don’t plan to cum, do you?”
“N-No,” Ray said through gritted teeth. He watched as Kate
drizzled hot wax on his dick. Then, solicitously, she squirted him with
whipped cream, but since the cream went in one place on his dick and the
wax on another, it did nothing to alleviate the burning while the
burning was not cooled at all by the cream.
I was getting bored with my thermometer. All the popsicle had
melted away and I had taken Ray’s temperature, again and again, reaming
him with the stick. It sounds silly, but even sticking a thermometer up
a beautiful man’s butt can get boring after awhile, when you’re
15-years-old!
“Can I spank Ray again?” I asked Kate.
“Sure,” she replied, freeing her mouth from his dick to answer
me. “But don’t use the paddle. He’s stuck inside that little hole and
has noplace to go, with the boards clamping down on him. Use a thin
whip instead. It will snake nicely across his ass but not ram him
forward.”
I obeyed her advice. But first I poured myself a big glass of
Cherry Kool-Aid to slake my ever-thirstier mouth. I offered some to
Kate. She must have been thirsty too, for she accepted, sipping right
from my own glass. I didn’t mind. We were good friends now. We both
had Cherry mustaches when we were finished.
“Ray, would you like some too?” I asked. He said he would. I
stood on tiptoe and let him drink from my glass as Kate continued to
punish his penis. He had a cherry mustache too when he’d drunk his
fill.
“Don’t pee it out on me,” Kate warned him.
“Rats,” he answered.
“I’ll let you pee when I’m finished with you,” she said.
I picked out the thinnest whip I could find from the selection
hung on the wall. Kate said thin hurt more, but was less able to shove
Ray forward when he was struck. In fact, it didn’t shove at all. It
just burned across his hiney, leaving a bright streak on his white
buns. Of course, he was free to buck his ass as best he could and grind
it all around to throw off the pain.
I laid the whip across Ray and enjoyed his response. At first
he tried with manful fortitude to endure my strokes and show no pain.
But as I continued, flaying him ever more thoroughly, he began to let
his emotions show. After a bit each of my strikes caused him to shout
and rub his ass and flex it.
“Keep your hands up off your ass,” Kate told Ray. “Don’t be a
bad boy and make us handcuff you.”
“God, I wish someone would bust us and send me to prison!” Ray
howled.
“You’d like it there, wouldn’t you, Ray?” Kate smiled. “Just
you and the guys. No naughty little girls to torment you. I studied
pre-law, you know, in case I decided to be a policewoman. Do you think
I should try to become one?”
“You’d cause a crime wave,” Ray groaned. “Of men wanting you
to arrest them.”
“Even if I did this to them?” Kate asked. She dripped more hot
wax on his cock.
Ray groaned. I sailed another lash into his ass and he winced
and shook his butt.
“Yeah, even if you did this,” Ray admitted.
“Well, we have to get tougher then!” Kate said to me. “Go find
something to squeeze Mr. Ray’s balls in, Kelly. We’ll see if the
nutcracker will make him behave!”
“No,” Ray gritted. I gave his tushy a final slash, admired the
mark, and then happily returned my whip to the wall. Rummaging around,
I found a small leather pouch that could be tied along the top as
tightly as one might wish. It looked like a bag for gold dust, but it
would hold the Ray Family Jewels instead!
Kate made Ray stand with a wider stance and I crouched down
underneath him and set to work. It was tough fitting his balls inside
that little pouch! He had very big balls. Finally, getting him all
suited up, I tied the top of the pouch as tight as I could. Ray groaned
and howled. Kate came round and checked my handiwork to make sure I
hadn’t tied him too tightly. She loosened him just a bit.
“Very good, Kelly,” Kate said to me. “Now we’ll see if Mr. Ray
here can learn to be a good boy.” She told me to get a penis whip.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Playboy, December 1997, $5.95. http://www.playboy.com
Review: Today I am going to discuss an important subject.
That subject is masturbation. Now, you may ask, “What is a
masturbator?” I will tell you.
A masturbator is someone who pulls apart his favorite porno
magazine so he can jerk off to it. Then, when he wants to tell his
friends how great the issue is, he can’t. That’s because his magazine
is already yanked apart into many different pieces. (Yanking a magazine
apart is an art in itself, so don’t go tearing apart your favorite porno
magazine unless you are highly trained in how to do it properly.
Otherwise, you will wreck it.)
Now, in my case, I am not a masturbator. However, wishing to
discuss the subject of masturbation, I decided to yank apart the latest
issue of Playboy, to see what it would be like to be a masturbator.
Well, let me tell you. It’s tough being a masturbator. I’ve
got a totally yanked apart Playboy sitting here, and now I’m trying to
review it. What a job! The centerfold is on my wall. Pages from the
magazine are sheathed in plastic, and stored in a notebook on a
bookshelf. Other pages from the magazine are sealed in a Jumbo size
freezer bag, and stored in a cardboard box. And, finally, the front
half of the magazine (which didn’t have any cool pictures in it), is
sheathed in (yet another) jumbo bag, and sitting here next to my
computer.
I will do my best to review this issue. But, please, don’t
expect any page numbers. You’ll have to content yourself with
approximate locations of all the great stuff in this issue.
But first, before detailing all the goodies in this issue, I
must say that I am quite pissed off. You see, I was handling my new
Playboy fairly gently, when suddenly one of the centerfold pages
wrinkled! Just like that! So now the centerfold girl has a wrinkle on
her bottom, in two different photos! (On one side of the page and the
other side of the page.)
I am amazed at how thin the paper in Playboy has become. Good
grief! A magazine, carefully handled, should not just spontaneously
wrinkle. Also, I’m sick and tired of perfect binding. Did you know
that in a perfect bound magazine, with thin paper, the pages wrinkle
when you open the magazine and try to lay it flat? That’s an outrage!
Let’s take a look at this Playboy. What is in it? “Kurt
Vonnegut’s Last Novel.” Kurt Vonnegut is an ugly old man. He’s also
rather loony. I do not buy Playboy to hear from, or look at, ugly old
men. I can go to any locker room in America and talk all day to ugly
old men. I can even smell them sitting on the toilet! On the other
hand, do you think I can walk into a girls’ bathroom and hang out with
beautiful young females? Nope. So that’s why I buy Playboy. To see,
and hear about, girls. NOT to look at, or hear from, ugly old men.
Next: “Alternative Medicine Guru Andrew Weil on Men and
Health.” Here we go again. Do you think I give a FUCK about men and
health? Let me inform Hugh Hefner about something. Let’s say I take an
interest in men and health. What do I do? Why, I visit a gay bar.
There I can find out all about men and their health. I can spend all
night talking to guys, and asking about their penises, and their
buttholes. I can even get them to buy me drinks and to check out the
health of my butthole. (Before and after they ram their dick up it.)
Now, let’s say I want to check out some girls, and ask about
their health. So, you know, I go over to the local high school, and
say, “Hi, cheerleaders, how is your health? Mind if I watch you
shower? Need a breast exam? Need any help learning how to give a blow
job?”
Guess what? Although I could easily spend the rest of my life
getting blown in gay bars, chatting up cheerleaders is not something I’m
adept at. (If it was, do you think I’d be writing this review of
Playboy?) So let’s not waste any more money at Playboy on articles with
bald guys like Andrew Weil on the subject of men and health. Here’s a
tip: if the article isn’t with a girl, and about girls, can it. (And,
by the way, not just any girl will do. It has to be a cute girl.)
Next: “20 Questions with Chris Rock.” Yep. Another man.
Fuck this Chris Rock dude. Do you think I went running down to Tower
Books this month thinking, “Oh, boy. I hope they interview Chris Rock.
I’m really looking forward to jacking off to him!” Of course not! He
could die tomorrow in a horrible car accident, and I wouldn’t give a
damn.
Next: “College Basketball Preview”. Has Playboy ever heard of
a magazine called “Sports Illustrated”? Yep. If I’m interested in
basketball (I’m not), I’ll go buy “Sports Illustrated”. I don’t need to
read about it in Playboy.
So, adding up the above, let me ask a question. If all of the
CRAP listed above had been deleted from the December 1997 issue of
Playboy, do you think they could have afforded to print on thicker
paper? Do you think, heaven forbid, they could even have used staples
to bind the magazine, instead of this crappy ‘perfect’ binding? I’ll
bet they could have.
NOW, let’s see what’s actually good in this magazine.
1. The cover is cute. Unfortunately, the pictorial of the
girl on the cover is lousy.
2. The centerfold is outstanding. I really liked the
centerfold and the accompanying pictorial. However, I have noticed a
problem in the recent issues of Playboy. Pages 5 and 6 of the
centerfold pictorial are always, in my opinion, a waste. Take a look at
pages 5 and 6 of the centerfold pictorial. See? It’s just a really big
picture. That picture could easily have been put on page 5, and
another, different picture put on page 6. Hopefully Playboy will use
pages 5 and 6 more creatively in the future.
3. One of the all time greatest photos of Jenny McCarthy is
printed in the “Sex Stars of 1997” section.
4. A reprise of Candy Loving, from 20 years ago, is printed.
Excellent photos.
5. Near the back of the magazine, there is a black and white
photo of Demi Moore looking at a topless woman. Is she hoping to have
lesbian sex with her? A very great photo.
6. On the last page of the magazine, an ad for next issue’s
“Playmate Review” shows a blonde with a bare bottom. An outstanding
photo!
7. “A Short History of the Bra,” though mostly boring, shows a
(small) photo of a girl wearing a corset that really distorts her
breasts. I really liked that photo.
8. There is a “King of the Hill” comic featuring Hugh Hefner.
I didn’t actually read the comic, but it was nice and colorful. Which
brings up an interesting point. It would seem to me that “The
Adventures of Hugh Hefner” could be a comic that is in every issue of
Playboy.
Have you ever read “Uncle Scrooge” comics? They are pretty
cool. So, why not Hugh Hefner having adventures, rather like the (Carl
Barks version of) Uncle Scrooge? In these comics, of course, Hugh
Hefner would be about 45-years-of age. And he would need a cast of
female sidekicks. Perhaps Barbi Benton, and Jenny McCarthy, plus a few
other girls. Every month Hugh and the girls could go off on some
colorful, exotic adventure.
For instance, here’s an idea. It’s possible that Iran is
building nuclear missiles. American intelligence can’t decide whether
Iran is or isn’t. Now, it so happens that a missile is shaped like a
penis. So someone in the CIA hits on the idea: why not secretly send
some Playboy Playmates over to Iran? If anyone can find a bunch of
large, penis-shaped objects, no doubt the Playboy Playmates can! So
Hugh Hefner and the Playmates set off for Iran, to see if Iran is
building nuclear missiles. (Note that this comic doesn’t include “King
of the Hill.” I don’t need to read about fat guys who drink beer. I am
a fat guy who--)
Ahem! Anyway, that’s my two cents worth. Hopefully you won’t
complain about the lack of page numbers in this review. Like I said, I
wanted to understand the masturbator personality, and so I was forced to
yank apart this particular issue of Playboy.
Oh, yes. I almost forgot. This issue of Playboy bills itself
as the “Gala Christmas Issue”. Now, when I see that, I remember an
issue of Playboy back in the 1970’s. It featured a big nude party, with
all the Playmates doing lots of naughty things. In my opinion, every
“Gala Christmas Issue” of Playboy should feature a big, nude Playmate
party.
Recently I went around town and asked all the beautiful girls I
saw, “Do you want to party naked in my dumpster this Christmas?”
Amazingly, they all said ‘no.’ One of them even punched me. In my
balls. So I expect Playboy to feature girls partying in the nude, since
I myself can’t seem to get girls to party naked with me, in person.
This issue of Playboy is much better than many of the previous
issues, but it still leaves much to be desired. The formula for
improvement is simple, however: Print on quality paper. Cut any
articles that aren’t about girls. Show lots of photos of girls doing
wild, naughty, mischievous things. I should feel like my life is being
invaded by lovely, wonderful females when I open up Playboy. Sure, I
may just be some fat, balding, ugly, loony, beer swilling (non)
masturbator, who’s shitting on my toilet, but for a few minutes I’d like
be transported to a better place.
WITHOUT having to worry about wrinkling the centerfold!
AND IN THE END...
A Female Stumbles into the Truth
“The whole idea of a man who’ll take care of you -- it makes
you feel feminine,” says Katie Roiphe.
- Newsweek, November 3, 1997, pg. 77.
-------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------
-Back issues: type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
Under “Quick Search”, type in: roller39@idt.net
Press your “return” key.
-Other providers:
Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated
or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com
or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/
-Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim
Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868
- JOIN the world’s greatest organization! Send $35.00 to The North
American Man/Boy Love Association for a one-year membership.
NAMBLA, P.O. Box 174, Midtown Station, New York, NY 10018.
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1997 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.
-END OF 306 EMISSION
- free beer for any girls who want to party naked with me at Christmas!
I’ll take care of everything! Call 1-900-DO IT NOW, 1-800-WE PARTY, or
(if you want lots of beer) 1-800-UP MY ASS!
--
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
\ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /