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Dear holy joe,
Sorry to bother you. I’m writing to you from the future. I am
wondering what life was like in Ancient America, during the time of the
American Empire.
You might think I could just consult Time or Newsweek but those
magazines didn’t have any sex in them. So with the Worldwide Depression
and the Global Wars, things like Time and Newsweek sort of fell by the
wayside. But some pervert did save up all the Fuck Decencies so that’s
what we have here in the future, a big pile of Fuck Decency.
Hopefully this message will reach you. This is a hobby I have,
sending messages into the past. My parents say it’s just a waste of
time to try to send messages into the past but I figure, anything that
will get my homework done quicker is not a waste.
Oh yeah. Who did Chelsea Clinton marry?
You friend,
Tod
(holy joe replies: Chelsea and Monica Lewdinsky decided to
share the same lover.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
NAKED girls and more at:
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Issue No. 391
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Five
Kate found herself being greeted by Jim.
“Hi,” the young man said. But he didn’t look at her face as he
spoke. Instead he gazed right at her breasts and her tummy and cunt.
Kate, blushing a little, returned the greeting by staring openly at
Jim’s penis. He was close and his manhood stuck out at her belly like a
yardarm. If she had her panties with her she might have hung them from
him and used him to sail on the lake.
“What do you plan on doing with that thing of yours?” Kate
asked finally, after a moment’s silence, for Jim seemed to hungry and
eager to pose the question himself.
“Well, uh, I’d like to stick it in something,” Jim answered.
They were like children exploring each other in the early hours of the
afternoon.
“Something warm and very, very tight?” Kate asked, and
immediately wished she hadn’t, for it might give him ideas.
“Yes, very tight,” Jim said, and looked for the first time into
her face.
“Not that--” Kate replied.
“What? You’d deny me your bottom?” Jim asked. He seemed a
little less awkward suddenly. He had a challenge now. And she was only
5’ 2”, and he was a good foot taller than she. And no one would help
her if he chose to take her in that way. Marie would only laugh and
encourage him.
“Turn around,” Jim said. He reached out and grasped Kate by
her small shoulders and spun her about like a rag doll. She found
herself staring at the rocking horse with its soft saddle and the whips
hanging above it.
Jim, checking his lust for a moment, savoring her slim build
and her beauty, stood behind her with his erection nudging her ass. His
hands rose from her shoulders and caressed her blonde mane of hair. At
any moment she expected him to grab her hair and force her into some
obscene position, so she stood tensely, her nipples painfully hard and
her cunny moistening quickly.
“Let’s get all the men oiled up properly,” Kate heard Marie
say. “Guys, line up over here so we can make sure you’re all ready for
us the minute we decide we need you.”
There was a shuffling of feet. Jim remained behind Kate, and
she stood unmoving. His hands left her long lustrous hair and slipped
down her back and clutched at her bottom. Kate winced as he forced her
hinds wide apart.
“Oh! David! Don’t spurt on my thigh!” Kate heard Marie
exclaim.
“I’m sorry!” David yelped.
“It’s alright. He’ll be up again in a minute. He’s young and
full of himself,” Rod laughed.
“I’ll wipe your leg,” Kate heard Beth say to her hostess.
There were no smooth sheets or comfy pillows to receive Kate.
She felt Jim bump her dimpled anal hole, between her bottomcheeks, and
she winced. Feeling his penis there, testing her, drawing back a little
and leaving behind a liquid trace of himself, she felt a shiver of
pleasure but she winced because she knew how brutally imposing a man’s
cock could be. Especially in a girl’s soft, tight little fanny, a girl
of 19 who had never permitted a man to take her there until just this
month. Kate wished for at least a bed to receive the male behind her.
Yet the room, with its enclosing walls and treacherous whips and painful
little sextoys was designed to put its occupants to the test. To show a
girl what she was made of. To test if she could survive.
Jim leaned forward and kissed Kate on her neck. He paid no
mind to where his manhood might go, letting its bulky sausage-like
length butt up against her. Kate was forced to arch her hips forward to
try to get away from the thing. Snakelike, it bowed and bent behind
her, shoving itself into her flesh. Kate drew her bottomcheeks together
to try to deny it entry. It was between her cheeks already. Finding
her anus too tight, it threaded itself up between her jamming cheeks and
pulsed there against her. She’d trapped it, trying to keep it out of
herself. Jim bit painfully into her neck.
“Oh!” Kate cried. It was a simple hickey, but in this room,
with her breasts full of tension atop her sighing ribs, with her cunny
all wet and her bottomcheeks drawn together to deny admittance to what
had already arrived, Alien-like, Kate felt pain. Jim’s teeth seemed
like those of a Vampire and he drew his mouth back, taking her skin with
him, sucking it from her neck and then finally letting go and leaving a
big red circular mark where his mouth had possessed her.
“Bend down and grab your ankles,” Jim told Kate. They were
words of command.
“No,” she breathed, but he simply took her hair in his fist and
shoved her head down. To keep from falling, Kate grabbed her ankles.
She was his. She held on for dear life.
“Jim, it would be rude for you to take her au natural,” Kate
heard Lynette laugh mirthfully. She saw the woman’s slim thighs appear
behind her. Jim grunted, she felt a hand with long nails pass across
her bottom and pull him an inch or so away so he could be oiled.
“My, you’re going to get right to the most intimate of
entrances, aren’t you?” Lynette said to Jim. Kate heard a phial’s cork
pop open and saw a drooling of oil between her legs. Kate was pouring
the oil on Jim’s dick and some was running round to the underside of his
shaft and passing on to the floor.
“Save some for me, would you?” Lynette asked. Kate thought she
would be penetrated, hearing that, but Lynette seemed to want to smear
the oil all over Jim, and she found herself waiting. She held her
ankles tight and gazed beyond herself at Marie and David. They were
upside down, but she could see everything, right up to their necks were
her own fleecy bush got in the way.
Marie oozed sexual accomplishment from every pore of her body.
Her every little movement and wiggle was cultured, discreet, and yet
provoking. Naked, she was even more desirable. David stiffened almost
immediately, standing there before her, despite the fact that he had
just jettisoned an admirable load on her thigh.
“Oh! Am I exciting you, David?” Marie asked. She was not
touching him. Rather, she was letting Beth finish up wiping her thigh.
It was a calm, yet electrifying sight. Marie, standing for once without
purpose or direction, watching as Beth folded a handkerchief and stroked
her tanned thigh until all David’s milk-white jism had been removed.
Yet he was ready to donate more.
Proudly David offered himself. Marie drew back just a little
from him, as if to deny him. But she extended her fingers to him. With
loving care she touched his cockhead with all ten of his fingers.
“You must learn to control yourself a little, David,” Marie
said with deep feeling in her voice. She didn’t want to offend the boy,
but he must, Kate knew, be taught at least some rudimentary manners.
“This is not your bedroom at home and I am not a photograph, David. I’m
real,” Marie cautioned him. “I know we’re in a room for sex play, but
you must still try to hold back yourself a little, so we can have some
fun with you before you run out of steam. Do you understand, David?”
The boy nodded. Marie let her fingertips glide down his shaft
and she told Beth to open a bottle of oil, spiced oil, so he could be
properly prepared for the night ahead.
“Now this time, I want you to keep your fun stuff inside you
until I say you can let it out, okay?” Marie, who obviously planned to
claim the eager young man for herself, told him. He nodded like a
schoolboy and watched as she poured specially warmed oil over his proud
erection.
“Man, that’s HOT!” David yelped.
“Keep still, David. I would never hurt you,” Marie told him.
She trickled the heated oil up and down his length to let the moment
last as long as possible.
Jim, meanwhile, had no such patience. He pulled himself free
of Lynette. She clearly wanted to rub him awhile but he was eager to
penetrate Kate’s bottom. Involuntarily, not knowing how to escape or
where to go, afraid to inflame his anger, she waited with legs apart,
showing him her bottom and her lovely fat tremulous cheeks. He
repossessed them with his hands, paused a moment despite himself to
savor their silky resilience, and then thrust himself hard into her
crack.
“NOOOOO!” Kate cried, but nobody listened, except with
pleasure, for the room was made for sexual violation. With rude,
thrusting strokes, happy in his wet oiled state, Jim rammed himself
forward, probing, digging with his pee hole and the bulbous head which
it was formed from, finding his way slowly into the inner reaches of
Kate’s insucking, yet resisting, little hole.
“Atta-boy, she can take you, I’m sure she can!” Lynette urged
Jim. Kate wished the woman would go away but she seemed entranced by
the utter lewdness of the sight before her. Kate screeched. Jim gave a
whoop of joy, as if he were at a football game. Lynette whispered a
little cheer to help inspire him to his goal. Kate felt an indriving
sausage invade her, first the head, just its peehole tip, really, then
the full width of the crown, then, with Kate trying to rise but Lynette
suddenly clapping a hand to her head to hold her down, the full wide
breadth of the flange.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Swank, August 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.swankmag.com
Review: “She looks like a naked child,” Perply confided in me.
“Perply!” I said. “I’m trying to publish a respectable
magazine. You know, a magazine devoted to strong, assertive, dominant
women. Sluts who know what they want in life and won’t take ‘no’ for an
answer! If a woman hasn’t been laid a million times, if she hasn’t had
at least one abortion and two kids, if her cunt isn’t big enough to fit
a U-Haul in, I have no interest in her.”
“Still, she looks like a naked child,” Perply said again.
“Alright,” I said. “Show her to me, then. You’ve got my
curiosity up now. But I wish you’d think of something besides little
girls.”
“Think of it this way,” Perply said. “I’m the guy who used to
collect turds. As I see it, I’m moving up in the world.”
Perply got out the issue of Swank. He showed it to me.
“Good God!” I cried. “How sweet she looks! How innocent!”
“You see?” Perply said. “And yet, at the same time, how buxom
she is too. Blonde, blue-eyed, with bosoms like cantaloupes and perfect
pink nipples.”
If you haven’t guessed which girl Perply showed me, her name is
Sabrina. Her pictorial begins on page 6. This is the most perfect girl
I’ve seen in a very long time. She’s young, and her face has an
innocent, cherubic quality to it. Yet because she is so stunningly
beautiful, she can also give her face the look of a worldly woman. Her
mood determines how she looks, from moment to moment. Watch as she
smiles into the camera, lifting one leg to show her bare slit, with a
look of schoolgirl innocence on her face. Marvel at how artless she
looks as she leans forward over a couch, baring her flawless bottom.
Finally, gaze at her gasping face as she looks back over her shoulder
and waits to feel you thrusting into her.
There’s a second set of photos of Sabrina that you’ll want to
have, to go with her bottom-baring pictorial in Swank. It’s in:
Genesis, September 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.genesismagazine.com
Review: God! What a marvelous set of photos! In this
magazine, Sabrina plays with a red dildo. She licks it. She prods her
pussy with it. And, most deliciously, she uses it to beckon someone to
come and play with her. (Pg. 76.)
Imagine Sabrina of Swank going to a party. She’s young and
innocent. She knows there’s going to be some hanky-panky, but she’s not
sure what. She keeps a firm hold on her Master’s hand, hoping he’ll
protect her.
Now, look at Sabrina in Genesis. Look at the picture of her,
with worldly eyes, beckoning with the red dildo. Who is she summoning?
Why, the Sabrina in Swank, of course!
I admit this is a bit complicated and perverted, but that’s
what happens when you have a friend like Perply.
(I’d mention that you can combine the pictorial “Jezebel,” on
page 8 in the September Genesis, with the pictorial “Linda and Susan,”
on page 76 in the September Swank, but then you’d think I’m as perverted
as Perply!)
Yo Sista
by Lisa Scarboro
Good coffee here,
Don’t ruin it with too much sugar, sugar.
Walking in on a cold call,
not knowing what the place is like,
wondering if my poetry will move anyone,
and if it does,
I hope it won’t be out the door.
Mr. Wrong and Peter Piper sit with the comic guy.
Poor and Sarah were on three legged stools.
The Blue boys are hanging by the door, because they
like the neon light that’s shining on them there.
Rasta Man is upbeat, buzzing on the beans.
Patterns changing, rearranging.
Glass brickwork with no reflections.
There’s a mysterious woman in a raincoat, watching
through the mist, still as a painting.
A Russian kat told Sarah that he had a dream about
her and her money.
The little silver bullet misfired and shot a blank.
Good thing we parked on a hill.
AND IN THE END...
PARENTS KNOW BEST !
“Arnold Schwarzenegger was born in Graz, Austria, the son of
the local police chief. He went against his father’s wishes when at age
fifteen he decided that he wanted a career as a bodybuilder.”
- Dreaming Aloud, by Christopher Heard, pg. 64.
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