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CHARLIE CHAPLIN WAS A CHILD MOLESTER !
Unlike most men, cursed by a passion for adult women, a new
book reveals that comedian Charlie Chaplin liked little girls!
In the ignorant argot of the contemporary masses, the June 23,
1998 Globe writes: “Silent movie legend Charlie Chaplin had a sick
obsession with underage girls and bedded children as young as 13.”
(Pages 8-9.)
The Globe, reviewing a new book on Chaplin by author Kenneth
Lynn, continues: “The comic icon’s first young love was 10-year-old...
Mabelle Fournier. ...Chaplin claimed he didn’t have sex with Fournier,
but admitted that he would ‘caress and fondle’ her for hours -- and her
mom allowed it!
“...At age 25, Chaplin seduced 13-year-old... Mildred Harris.
“...Actress Lita Grey was 12 years old when she caught the
great comedian’s eye. And she was just 15 when she told him she was
pregnant.”
No man is without flaws and, sadly, Chaplin sometimes lapsed
into a love for adult women. At age 46, according to the Globe, Chaplin
succumbed to a sick obsession for 31-year-old Paulette Goddard, and
married her. Later, however, he was again saved by the grace of little
girls, and again became interested in “little girls of 13 or 14,”
according to the Globe.
Following the dictate of Jesus, who commanded, “Suffer the
little children to come unto me,” Chaplin’s interest in little girls
continued throughout his life. He told a friend, “I have always been in
love with young girls. I like them... because they personify youth and
beauty.”
At age 54, teetering between his love of little girls and his
perfidious desire for adult women, Chaplin, unable to make up his mind,
married Oona O’Neill. She was 18. They had eight children and,
hopefully, the presence of so many children in Chaplin’s home enabled
him to once again reignite his love of young girls.
Yes, America! Walt Whitman, Charlie Chaplin, Woody Allen,
Michael Kennedy, Will Durant, Jerry Seinfeld, and Michael Jackson are
now enrolled on the honored list of those great Americans who, through
the saving grace of little girls (and, in Whitman and Jackson’s case,
little boys) were fortunate enough to be ‘child molesters’. But for a
year or two, our own current president, Bill Clinton, would also be a
‘child molester’.
You too can be a child molester. Look around. Surely there
must be at least one cute girl at the nearest playground. Introduce
yourself. Invite her home. Ask her to take off her top, so she can
feel free. Ask to see what sort of panties she’s wearing. By the grace
of little girls, you too can be a ‘child molester’.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 378
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Three
“Legs apart, young man! You mustn’t try to hide anything from
us girls!” Marie told Trent. His balls stuck rudely out from between
his thighs in any event, but now Marie, reaching forward, made him show
himself more completely, so that if she bent down she could see his
balls swing and his penis hanging down beyond.
“Again, Kate dear. Make him really feel it this time!” Marie
said. Kate did her best, slashing hard high on her lover’s rump so that
his balls would be spared. Trent gave a groan. Cindy, milking him,
tugged hard on his cock as if it were an old sow’s udder.
“Enough. Let me try to get his cheeks apart now,” Marie said.
She reached forward and clasped his buns and grunted. “Open, young man,
or I WILL have Kate hit your balls,” she said. Trent groaned again and
Kate watched as he let Marie part the cheeks of his ass. “Let go of his
dick. I’ve got him,” Marie said to Cindy, meaning that she had Trent’s
ass open to her. Marie shoved her bare hips forward, wearing only the
ersatz cock. Cindy drew back to let Trent concentrate entirely on his
deflowering.
A stab. A probing shove from Marie and a grunted response from
Trent. Another stab, this one finding purchase. Kate watched with her
fist balled into her open mouth.
“Yes! I can feel him opening up to me,” Marie called out to
the girls. She took a hand off Trent’s rump and used it to lift her
probing dildo so that it gained a deeper entry inside Trent’s anus.
“Come on, get in, you big thing!” Marie said. Trent bucked back hard at
her to knock her away but instead, as any girl might have warned him,
found Marie stuck more deeply into himself.
“No! Please!” Trent said. He did not try to escape her but he
hoped for mercy. Marie gave him none.
“IN, you damn dildo, get in his hole!” Marie urged the thing
strapped to her waist. Then, realizing all was hopeless, she reached
round herself and flicked a little switch nestled into the small of her
back, where the strap of her dildo harness lay.
Kate heard a buzzing sound. Trent’s eyes widened. Marie
laughed. Her dildo was stuck partway in Trent’s ass, just the tip, but
it was enough to allow her evil alternate plan to take hold. From
within the dildo, Trent describing the feeling as it happened to him,
his face a picture of shock, a smaller tool emerged. It buzzed and
slowly rotated and it carried its own lubrication. It came out of what
would have been the big dildo’s pee hole, had it possessed one, and,
already within Trent’s ass, it burrowed more deeply, where its big
brother could not reach.
“No! Get that thing out--oh my God its going right up meeee!”
Trent said in a frightened voice. Kate watched, wishing she could
console him. She was kneeling again, this time without Eeney’s
reproachful hand holding her back. She nudged forward on the carpet and
caught Trent’s face in her hands. Hoping not to offend Marie, she
caressed her lover. When she saw Marie would not complain, she offered
Trent her bush. He licked her and Kate, wanting so much to be loved
there, threw back her head and arched her bush at him and her belly.
“Oh, yes!” Cindy cried. Despite being three weeks pregnant,
she still had a belly with just the slightest of swells, like Kate’s.
She dropped to her knees beside the girl and together they competed to
offer Trent their lovely bushes. Trent licked at one girl’s cunt and
then at the other. Each threw her head back, simultaneously coaxing and
caressing his face, and shouted up her pleasure to the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the penetration of Trent’s ass by Marie continued.
Gurgling out the story of the dildo’s progress, the one contained inside
the other and now working its way up Trent’s ass, he continued to lick
at the girls.
“Oh my God Kate its reaching right up I can’t I don’t know how
far is it going to GO?!”
“Relax, dear boy, you can only have taken at most three inches
out of the seven,” Marie said quite mirthfully. She was the only one,
save for the gay men, who retained her logic and her demeanor. Kate and
Cindy were quite past adding anything up and Trent, if he did the sums,
did them in desperate agony over his bowels.
Like a penis Trent’s tongue went where his own cock was
restrained from going. Even as the dildo reamed his ass in rotating
strokes, his own tongue penetrated the cunts of the girls. First Kate
and then Cindy tried mounting herself on Trent’s tongue. He gave each a
little ride on his probing mouth and then switched to the other, to the
dismay of the first. He seemed equally taken with both girl’s luscious
scented cunts, wet with their overwhelming desire. He showed neither
any special favors. Instead, each was fucked just as if he were an
obedient stud, and he worked them most vigorously, though his tongue was
much shorter than his cock and both girls wished they could have what
was sticking so marvelously between his legs.
“Ahhh, that’s the farthest it will go. How does it feel?”
Marie asked Trent. She had heard a change in the buzzing as the
protruded dildo reached its maximum length. Trent gritted his teeth and
kept tonguing Cindy and Kate as the rotating dildo spun slowly within
his guts. He was mounted, though Marie herself was only kneeling behind
him, the dildo doing the rest. He could not move and when he did,
accidentally, he gave a short cry of alarm as he realized the rubber
intruder did not take well the idea of anything moving except itself.
Kate reached orgasm and yanked at Cindy’s hair as she did,
delightfully happy, Cindy stroking her belly and humming a little
gleeful cry as she serviced herself with her fingertip in the absence of
Trent’s tongue. Trent worked Kate as hard as he could with his tongue
and then switched to Cindy. She yelled as he brought her to an orgasm
as intense as Kate’s. Behind herself Kate heard someone enter. Turning
briefly, she saw it was Bess, come to clean up the dishes. The woman
watched. Kate bit her lip and fingered herself and turned back to
Trent.
“My, you have quite a pair there, haven’t you?” Bess said to
Marie.
“Yes, they are fine fillies, and I’m going to give them both a
good whipping as soon as Trent here has had his ass properly reamed,”
Marie said happily. She picked up her cat and slashed it across Trent’s
back. Trent moaned but said nothing. He was too busy giving Cindy her
due.
At last, after Trent had gotten a ‘full measure,’ as Marie put
it, of what it meant to be fucked up the ass (good education for his
future relations with girls) Marie withdrew the little dildo inside the
big one and then pulled the big one out of his ass. It came out with a
distinct popping sound as Trent’s anal ring was permitted to close up
again. Trent rose up onto his knees, straightening his back, and rubbed
his ass.
To the delight of both Kate and Cindy, they saw that Trent was
still bone hard. His cock stuck out at them and both girls, kneeling in
front of him, recovering from their orgasm, lunged at his toy.
“It’s mine!” Kate cried. But Cindy was equally avid and cried
out the same gleeful cry.
“Girls, don’t fight over my---” Trent said. Suddenly his
alarmed warning changed to a groan of pleasure. The girl’s grabbing
hands, fighting so zealously over his hard-on, suddenly found it
spurting cum onto their bellies. They both shoved their pussies forward
and caught as much as they could in their pubic curls. Both wanted to
mount him but there was no time and they had to content with wetting
their cunts on his semen as he spewed forth his volcanic seed. A whole
morning’s worth of temptation splattered their bellies and their cunts.
When Trent had finished, the girls reluctantly let him go.
“Now you naughty girls must have your bottoms whipped for
making him cum,” Marie said. Both girls turned about and saw Marie,
having risen from behind Trent, standing ominously behind them. She
held her cat in her hands and the fake dildo still hung from her nest,
looking as ready as ever to drill into new bottoms.
“Oh, please!” Kate moaned. Cindy echoed her cry.
“Flog them,” Trent said. He rubbed his ass and he sounded like
someone who’d sat on a very unpleasant object. “Flog them both until
their bottoms burn!”
Chapter Four
With ankle chains like webbing around her bare feet, Kate was
pushed forward by Marie out into her back yard. Kate sobbed, openly
afraid of her fate. Her bosoms felt instantly chilly as the late autumn
air clutched at them, tweaking her nipples and making them perk up like
thorns. A lingering excitement dwelled unbidden within her cunt. Sperm
had dried on her back and in rivulets all the way down to her bottom.
It lay still wet on her heaving belly, and within the curls of her
cunt. Beside her, equally frightened, stumbled Cindy. She was no
better off than Kate, except no one had spermed her hair at the back of
her head and she wore no chains. But her babydoll nightie hung from
her, one strap off her shoulder and she too weepy eyed to notice. Her
bottom bulbed whitely at Marie and Trent as they strode behind the
girls. She had light, fading pink marks across one thigh where Marie
had struck her in the breakfast room, when she had the temerity to serve
Marie first in hopes of winning her favor. Kate, marked beforehand on
the backs and front of her thighs, and across her belly and under her
breasts, had only her bottom left to offer, and it was as white as the
new snow that lay melting on the ground under the rising sun.
Poetry
by P.D. Wilson
You always come to me in disguise
and you speak in many voices.
You look so cold yeah you look so high
how am I gonna know you if you don’t look the
part?
A FREE GIFT OF LOVE !
Although most of us are unwilling to contemplate it, the truth
is that one day we all will stand before the judgment seat of God, an
eight-year-old girl. A few will find favor in God’s eyes. Society
calls them “child molesters”. These few will be given the precious gift
of everlasting life. The rest, jealous of “molesters” and plunged into
the sin of sex with adult women, face a harsher reality after death.
Sad to say, they will face eternal damnation. The question then is: if
you died tonight, where would you spend eternity?
Are you a school principal? A policeman? A social worker? A judge? A
prosecutor? Or just an ordinary joe, living your life like the masses,
a sheep amongst the herd, heading blindly with them toward Hell, like
Pinocchio on the Isle of Boys?
Most people when asked this, reply with something like: “I’m an adult!
I’m mature! I've led a pretty good life and believe that God is a man,
and will allow me into Heaven.” Some even blaspheme the true nature of
God by claiming that God is a woman.
Unfortunately, Fuck Decency tells us that we cannot earn our way into
Heaven, especially with stupid beliefs. Nor can we simply go to a
church once a week, pretend to be holy, and throw a buck in the offering
plate to be saved. Entrance into Heaven is not based on fucking women,
or on going to some church, but on a love of God, who is an
eight-year-old girl.
Fuck Decency tells us: “He that believeth in God, an eight-year-old
girl, hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not shall not see
life; but shall instead suffer the curse of being married to a woman.”
Worse, such a person shall be cast into Hell after Death, where he shall
spend all eternity with NOW, NARAL, Hillary Clinton, and Janet Reno.
Everlasting life is a free gift to us from God. All we have to do is
accept it. Little girls are everywhere. Simply love them, and God, an
eight-year-old girl, will love you. The wonderful thing about God is
that she already loves you! She wants you to be with her, forever.
Will you accept Her gift of love? Today is the day you can change your
life and become a “child molester”. But the choice is yours. God
believes in free will and won’t force you to change your ways, while you
still live.
Please pray this: “Dear God, I am a sinner. I have lusted after
women. I have read Playboy. I have looked at the Statue of Liberty and
wondered what she would look like without her clothes on. Please
forgive me. I thank you for loving me so much that you sent little
girls to be with me. I accept your gift of little girls into my life
and ask you into my heart. In your precious name I pray that I have the
strength, the courage, and the conviction to be a ‘child molester’.
Amen.”
If you prayed this prayer, then rejoice because Fuck Decency says that
you are now a child molester !
There are many more gifts that God gives to those who love Her. For
more information on these gifts, please read every issue of Fuck
Decency.
God bless,
Her servant
(Please don’t mail the above to anyone who sends you religious junk
mail. Thank you. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
“Real life... does not consist of age segregated herds.”
- The Economist, June 6, 1998, pg. 29.
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