Message-ID: <11866eli$9806032349@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11866.txt>
From: Andrew Roller <roller666@earthlink.net>
Subject: FUCK DECENCY 375 Passions Playpen NND g2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.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: <35755E9B.2FD@earthlink.net>
---------------------------------------------------------------
PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Worldwide Exclusive -- MUST credit Drudge Report !
HOLY JOE TO REPLACE DiCAPRIO IN TITANIC 2
HOLLYWOOD, Calif. - Leonerdo DiCaprio has decided to “bow out”
of any role in the planned sequel to the film Titanic.
DiCaprio broke the news earlier today, in an interview with
this magazine:
ms (Matt Sludge): Rumor has it there’s going to be a sequel to Titanic,
Lenny.
ld (Leonerdo): That’s right. And I’m not going to be in it.
ms: You’re not?
ld: Nope. I want to start a rock band, like Keanau Reeves did. I’m
tired of being an actor.
ms: Who’s going to take your place? You’re so great! All the girls
love you!
ld: That’s the problem. You wouldn’t believe all the mail I’m
getting. I can’t even get out my front door anymore. Let somebody else
get all that damn mail for a change.
ms: So, like, who’s going to replace you?
ld: A GREAT actor! The girls will really like him. I doubt they’ve
heard of him yet, but soon they will. His name is Holy Joe.
ms: The name sounds vaguely familiar.
ld: You should do a big profile of him.
ms: I guess I’ll have to.
ld: Let girls send him love letters for a change.
ms: How can there be a sequel to Titanic, when you and so many others
died in the first film?
ld: It’s an undersea epic. We’re all dead, but we’re undead, because
so many girls like us. It’s sort of like Tinkerbell... if you believe
in her, she lives!
ms: That sounds logical, in a Hollywood sort of way.
ld: The film won’t have James Cameron as its director, though.
ms: Really?
ld: Nope. Wes Craven is going to direct. Because of all the undead
people in the movie. He directed Scream, you know.
ms: Yeah. So what’s James Cameron going to direct, if he’s not
directing the sequel to Titanic?
ld: Planet of the Apes! Cameron told me just the other day, “I’m sick
of filming you, DiCaprio. I’m going to film a monkey instead.”
ms: Maybe he’s been getting too many fan letters from girls too.
ld: Maybe.
ms: So what’s your next film, Lenny? Something big?
ld: I told you, I’m starting a rock band.
ms: Oh. That’s right. But surely you should do another film. You
can’t just quit.
ld: You’re right! I am actually considering a film. This film,
though, will reveal my inner being. No more running around with girls.
I’ve done Romeo and Juliet, and I’ve done Romeo and Juliet on the
Titanic. Now I’m going to reveal my true self.
ms: Really?
ld: Yep.
ms: Well, like, what’s the film going to be called?
ld: It’s based on that old 60’s film, “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad
World.”
ms: I remember that.
ld: Except this film will be shot at my home in the Tenderloin, in San
Francisco. It will co-star The Village People and it’s going to be
called, “It’s a Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay World.”
ms: Gosh! What will it be about?
ld: That’s a surprise.
ms: Okay.
ld: Well, I can’t sit here and talk all day. Look at that sunshine!
I’m not going to sit inside when I can be out!
ms: Thanks for the interview, Lenny.
ld: Right! Be sure and print it, so all those girls quit bugging me.
Tell them to write to Holy Joe instead.
ms: Okay.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
NAKED girls and more at:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Issue No. 375
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Three
Kate stood up and found she was wobbly on her feet, she was so
nervous. She saw her lover smile. Even the gay men turned to look at
her, she was so beautiful, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight
that pierced the window curtains, drawn closed so no one would see but
thin and gauzy, so that light could enter the room. Kate advanced with
mincing steps toward her lover. He gazed up at her proudly. He felt
pleasure at seeing her encumbered like this before him, Kate saw, for
his penis, already hard, lengthened further, to a very stiff eight and a
half inches. He delighted in her beauty and her captivity. Kate’s
chains clinked their links together as she padded across the rug,
meekly, watching her feet so she wouldn’t trip when she wasn’t glancing
up at her lover. The other men shared his admiration of her, and
especially, looking down at his groin, they shared their admiration for
the effect she had on him. Kate felt like a woman great with child as
she made her way across the room all entangled and cuffed, only her
bosoms moving freely. And she knew she was wet in her cunt, and she
wondered if the other men, and her lover, could smell her scent.
Kate settled onto her lover’s knee. She had to sit just so to
avoid banging her legs against his erection. He stroked her thighs and
pulled her closer and she felt her closest thigh push his erection up,
so that it stuck up at her like a flagpole. His belly was hairy. His
legs were hairy and their hairs pricked at her bare bottom. Trent drew
her face to his and he kissed her nose. Then he kissed her mouth. He
tongued at her bit with his tongue. She tried to respond but the bit
held her tongue down. He grabbed at her breasts and felt their
fullness. He kneaded the big cones of flesh and tried to prick his
thumb on her softly sharp nipples.
He seemed rougher with her than he’d ever been before. He
squeezed her breasts hard and made her gasp, the bit stifling her little
cry. He pinched each of her nipples. He ran a hand down her tummy,
feeling its silky nudity, and then jammed his hand between her legs and
fondled her cunt. She was forced to open her legs to him and his big
hand shoved a finger into her twat.
“Oh!” Kate yelped. She was not used to being handled so and it
frightened her. Yet it taunted her, somewhere deep inside herself, for
she knew she could do nothing, in her bit and her head harness and her
chains, to deny anyone. And, besides all that, goading her even more,
her lover was large, taller even than Marie, and she was but 5’ 2” and
big only in her breasts.
Marie stood over the couple, watching as Trent took liberties
with his love that she had not permitted him before. He bit into her
breasts, not hard, but not gently either, feeling their weight and
softness and their resilient yielding. Kate felt tears in her eyes and
thought he might eat her alive. His teeth left marks when he drew his
mouth away. Then he attacked her nipples with his tongue and his teeth,
and Kate cried out as his teeth made a gripping clamp on her closest
nipple, and seemed to suck hard on it, as if milk might squirt out.
“Tell me you are not as old as you say,” Trent breathed hotly
to Kate when he’d lifted his mouth from her nipples. “Tell me I can go
to prison if I fuck you.”
“You can,” Kate coughed, feeling tears stain her cheeks. “You
can go to prison if you serve me a drink!” Her breasts hurt a little
from his mouthing but she felt butterflies leap in her tummy as she
spoke, good butterflies, and she managed to tease him despite herself.
She reached down with both her manacled hands and caught at his penis
and held it tight.
Trent groaned. Kate, who had only handled his manhood with the
greatest respect before this, a little afraid of it, in fact, now
pinched him with her nailed fingers, right on his throbbing shaft. Her
lover flexed his chest but he didn’t make her stop. Kate bent low and
jammed his cockhead into her bitted mouth and tried to bite him. But
the bit kept her peaceful. She could only breathe on him and pass her
lips across his peehole. She hoped to wet his cockhead with her saliva
but instead she felt his precum wetting her lips.
Maria laughed. “Let’s have breakfast, you two! You have all
day to fuck. I’m hungry!” She pulled Kate’s head upright and made her
sit still. She unbuckled Kate’s head harness so Kate could eat. Then,
with Kate told to sit quietly and Trent told to behave, Maria rang a
little bell and Cindy entered.
There was a soft shuffling of feet upon the carpet. With her
red hair hanging around her face, her braids long since undone and her
eyes a little sleepy looking, Kate got the impression that Cindy had
just awakened. She wore a baby doll nightie that floated around her
waist, too short to cover her pussy. The fabric was see-through.
Within her nightie Cindy’s hourglass figure moved, like a dancer’s,
though the girl herself stifled a sleepy yawn. Her bosoms, full and
young, quivered pointy tips into the front of her nightie.
Cindy wore a garland of daisies upon her head. The flowers
were freshly cut. They still had a sprinkling of dew on them. Kate
stared at them a moment, and then guessed that the daisies must be from
a hothouse and the droplets of water on them not dew but water, for it
was too cold for daisies to grow outside this late in the year. Cindy
reached up and adjusted the garland upon her head. She seemed to just
be aware of it, like a child awakening and then finding its mother was
near, its mother was the one who was hugging it close, and turning to
breastfeed after first crying for milk. Kate realized, flushing a
little, that a gardener must have cut the daisies for Cindy. A gardener
employed by Maria, no doubt, who seemed to have servants on hand for
every need. The man must have woven the daisies together for Cindy and
presented them to her, plopping them on her head as she, beckoned from
bed, stood sleepily before him. And in realizing this Kate knew that
whatever happened to her was hardly private. The guests last night
knew, knew her face and her body and how it looked in the nude and how
she looked with a cucumber introduced into her. The maid Bess knew, and
would gossip, quite surely, to her friends who cleaned the houses around
town. And now several gay men knew, staring at her, and a gardener,
perhaps shoveling manure outside in the yard, he knew all about Kate
too, how her lover had brought her and how she’d agreed to come.
The curtains were useless. They may have been made of lead, it
made no difference, for everyone in the house knew what was transpiring
in the breakfast room. If Kate were whipped they would hear her
screams.
“Cindy, serve the men first, please,” Marie said to the girl.
The redhead turned to get a tray of food that had been placed on the
loveseat. Kate saw that the bottom half of her hiney was completely
outside her nightie. She glanced at the gay men. They seemed to
delight in seeing her naked ass, though it was not a male’s ass. No
doubt any hole was alright with them, Kate mused, provided it was an
asshole and it was tight. Snug and hidden within Cindy’s pretty nether
cheeks, her anus promised certain pleasure. Her bottomcheeks bulged as
she bent to pick up the tray and Kate noticed her lover’s penis quiver
agreeably as he, like all the rest of them, stared at Cindy’s bare
bottom.
It was a strange breakfast. Instead of dressing up, as one
might at a fine hotel, they had dressed down, all except for the gay men
and Marie. Cindy picked up the tray and found it was heavy and held it
a little unsteadily. With her garland perched on her head, her red hair
loose and carefree, and her babydoll wafting around her figure, too
short to cover her pussy, she walked barelegged up to Marie.
“Breakfast, ma’am?” Cindy asked Marie in a tentative,
high-pitched voice.
“You are sweet to offer me first, but it won’t save your
bottom,” Marie said, but took a croissant all the same. She slashed her
whip against Cindy’s thigh and the girl, rising up on her toes in
surprise, nearly dropped her tray. “Serve our lovers first. They are
naked and waiting and I’m sure they must be a little hungry. And don’t
drop the tray or you’ll have stable duties assigned to you, and I’ll
have Bess serve us instead.”
Cindy bit her lower lip and nodded. The whip’s thongs had left
light red marks across her white thigh. She turned, and Kate, who had
been furtively stroking her lover’s penis, let go of it. It stuck up
like a slab of raw bacon. Cindy approached and bowed slightly.
Nudged by her lover, feeling a little queer, Kate reached out
and lifted a china coffee cup from the tray. It was brimming with hot
coffee. Kate drew it to her lips and blew on it and sipped it. She was
careful not to spill any on her naked breasts. She had to use both her
hands, for they were chained closely together. She felt like she was
back in preschool, sipping hot cocoa.
Trent reached out for a cup of his own. But first, too tempted
to resist, he reached above the tray and caught at Cindy’s breasts. The
girl let out a small cry of alarm. She almost dropped her tray. With
both her hands holding the heavy tray, she could only watch as Trent
took liberties with her bosoms, palping her breasts through her nightie
and making her gasp in response. He tweaked her nipples. Cindy mewled
in displeasure. But the babydoll was too sheer and flimsy to keep Trent
from doing whatever he wished, and he seemed to be in a bad boy mood all
of a sudden, hurting his lover’s breasts and now doing the same to
Cindy.
Kate, a little jealous of Cindy’s beauty, might have yanked at
her lover’s cock to stop him, but she did not. When Trent had pleased
himself by displeasing Cindy, he lifted a coffee cup from her tray.
Gallantly he presented it to Kate’s lips and made her sip from it. Then
he put it to his mouth and drank it down.
Cindy turned away. She seemed eager to get away from Trent and
she walked quickly toward the farthest guest, instead of serving the gay
man who sat next to Kate. Cindy’s bottomcheeks rolled as she walked,
her hips swaying, the sqeezable cheeks of her ass promising to trap even
a feather if it were inserted between them. Everyone’s eyes followed
her bottom, even Kate’s. She cared nothing for Cindy’s ass but was
still amazed to see a waitress so boldly and lewdly displayed. All her
life Kate had always tried to be careful and modest and proper. She’d
had some fun, of course, but had always tried to keep within bounds,
never going too far. Now she was weighed down by chains whose very
weight seemed sensual, capturing her for her lover. She sat
bare-bottomed on her lover’s equally bare thigh. His hair tickled her
grooved satiny ass, the little hairs of his leg sticking up between her
spread bottomcheeks and teasing her anus. With her every movement, her
every breath, Kate could feel her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples
were stubbornly hard and they stuck right up, paying no mind to all the
eyes that could see them. Her braids swished over her nipples whenever
she turned her head. She was thrilled to be so close to her lover, his
thing sticking right up between his legs, hard and ready for her. It
offered droplets of precum to her that, if unattended to, ran down his
shaft to collect in the hair on his balls.
Cindy, doing her best to please, stood erectly before the first
of the gay men, the one farthest from Trent and Kate, and offered her
tray to him. “Please help yourself, sir!” Cindy said, her voice meek
and polite. The man reached with both his hands, but not to take
anything from her tray. He grabbed Cindy by her hips and to a shrieking
cry of dismay from her turned her around. The move was abrupt and Cindy
barely retained her tray as she was turned. She found herself staring
at Marie. The woman, sitting in a chair of her own and nibbling her
croissant, merely stared back at her, from across the room, her whip
dangling in her hand.
FREE PLUG
Hello There,
My name is Lenny. I’ve just started a new Gay Adult Web Site.
It’s called: http://www.rumpriders.com
Enjoy a Free Message Board, where guys can post messages! Use
our Free Electronic Post Card System, with many free hot Pics.
Rump Riders is 100% Gay Owned and Operated!
Experience all these Great Gay Things: Gay Sex 2000. Cowboys
caught with their pants down. Black Men Photo Gallery. UnCut Photo
Gallery. Cum Gallery. Live Male Strip Shows, and Live Gay Sex Shows
where you’re the director! Tell men what to do.
Why sit there all by yourself? Get involved! Participate in
Gay Chat and meet new friends on the net.
CHECK US OUT
http://www.rumpriders.com
Pay Site
AND IN THE END...
QUIT COMPLAINING
About Porn on the Net
“Last year Christian fiction was the fastest-growing genre in
America.”
- The Economist, May 23, 1998, pg. 63.
-------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------
-Back issues (and stories) at:
Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated
or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/
- NAKED girls, under 18! Plus scholarly books. Publishing for over
a decade, it’s Alessandra’s Smile, P.O. Box 2377, New York, NY
10185-2377. Phone: 1-212-505-6985; Web:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
- JOIN the world’s greatest organization! Send $35.00 to The North
American Man/Boy Love Association for a one-year membership.
NAMBLA, 537 Jones St. #8418, San Francisco, CA 94102.
Phone: 1-212-807-8578; Web: http://www.nambla.org
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1998 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.
-END OF 375 EMISSION
The Drudge Report: 80 percent accurate, 20 percent interesting.
--
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>