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I HAVE BEEN CLONED!
by holy joe
by holy joe
Well, well, well. So none of you girls like me, eh? Who needs
you, anyway?
Let me explain. I was digging in the trash in back of the
Xerox Cloning Company when I overheard this conversation:
“Dammit! I’m sick of cloning mice.”
“Yeah. But what else is there?”
“People.”
“You can’t clone people. Bill Clinton prohibited it. It’s
illegal.”
“Well, there’s got to be something other than mice.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm.”
“I know. What if we clone a child molester? After all,
they’re not people, are they?”
“You’re right!”
For some reason, they decided I fit the bill.
Now there are two of me.
Tomorrow there will be three.
There are obvious benefits to having several copies of myself.
I’ll be able to collect more cans. I can buy more porn. Also,
I’ve been worried that I’m not publishing enough. Now there should be
more FUCK DECENCY on the Internet.
Pretty soon, I’ll start my own political party. You may be
seeing some changes in the laws in this country. After all, we do live
in a system of majority rule.
I think I’ll also start my own religion. In my religion, women
will be declared obsolete. For thousands of years there has been a
great problem with sexual immorality. But, at last, earth can be
cleansed of sexual immorality through the technique of cloning. The
Xerox Cloning Company will just keep making endless copies of me, for as
long as they are needed.
Some of you may want to ban cloning. I wouldn’t recommend it.
You see, in addition to having my own political party and my own
religion, I’m going to start my own army. It won’t matter how many of
me you kill. The Xerox Cloning Company will just clone more!
Yes, cloning is a pretty handy thing.
Oh, one other thing. You won’t ever have to worry about human
cloning. Of normal humans, that is. You see, I don’t want any
competition.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 392
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Five
There was a pop of a cork being forced into a bottleneck that
was decidedly too small for it. Jim was big but he’d gained a purchase
in Kate. Now, with his flange squished in her helpless cheeks, he
savored thrusting the shaft of himself into her. It was narrower than
his crown and her anus closed a bit on it, feeling, though, the wide
head splitting her more deeply as it lanced its way up into her guts.
“Ahhhgh! Take it OUooooooTT!” Kate begged. She suddenly
decided this reminded her too much of Marie’s awful cucumber, which,
selected carefully, had been no thicker than Jim and had been narrow,
instead of wide, at its tip, for it bore no head like Jim’s prong did.
And it reminded her too of the barn, where she’d been forcibly taken,
splattered with sperm and bitten by nipple clamps on her sensitive tits.
“Open, bitch!” Jim growled. He was finding her difficult. She
had lost her cherry only two weeks ago and was nowhere near as available
in her behind as an experienced woman. She was new, and he was rough.
Yet he did not make her bleed. Despite his impatience he
seemed to have some canny sixth sense of her limits, of the limits of
her heinie. Nobody had made her bleed, so far, but she’d known
girlfriends who’d been taken too forcefully and had found themselves
deeply unhappy when it was over. Jim, apparently well-trained by some
older woman, was careful with her in his rudeness. He reminded her of a
logger she’d met once. He’d been a big, brawny man, with huge calloused
hands, but he’d tipped his hat politely to her and spoken with all his
best countrified manners, though he was sweaty and had just been in a
barroom brawl. She’d liked his way, trying hard to please her even as
he tried to catch his breath from fighting. She’d been just
nine-years-old but she’d always remembered it, out late, past her
bedtime, exploring the streets while a babysitter supposed she was
asleep with her teddy bear in her canopied little girl’s bed. They’d
let her into the bar, and she’d invited him in, and he’d danced with
her, amidst overturned chairs and the nodding heads of his victims.
That had been her first real dance, with a real man, not just some
booger-infested boy.
Jim paused and let Kate catch her breath. She felt like all
the air was being expelled from her. She panted, feeling him in her,
splitting her ass cheeks. Lynette laughed at the scene they made, him
gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself back as Kate’s snug little
cheeks gripped him tightly and did their best, even now, to resist him.
And Kate, quite desperate to expel him, hooing her breath out and
reaching back, but having her hands slapped away by Lynette.
“Keep your hands on your ankles, Kate darling,” Lynette told
the 19-year-old girl. “You may resist with your bottom, if you like,
but no fair using your hands.” She patted the side of Kate’s ass.
“You’re doing very well. Jim, give her another nudge. I think she’s
ready now.”
Kate bounced forward as Jim gave her much more than a nudge.
He was eager to feel himself fully gripped by her. Kate bit her lip and
whimpered. Behind her, quite ironically, she heard Jim whimper too, as
her clutching cheeks gave him a sporting fight for every inch of
herself.
“I can feel myself curving upwards,” Jim said of his cock.
“Good, you’re quite deep now,” Lynette said. “My, but you’re
long. You’ve got at least two more inches to stuff in yet!”
“I know,” Jim said. He sounded lamenting, as if for once he
wished he wasn’t so long, that he might get where he was going sooner.
“Just keep pushing. I want to squeeze your balls when you
cum. Let me know when your crisis hits,” Lynette told him. “I love
feeling a man’s balls as he jets. Of course, I hope you can give her a
good two dozen strokes before you do!”
“I’ll try,” Jim agreed. He pushed again, throwing his hips
forward. Kate gasped and felt tears in her eyes and then, quite
suddenly, she felt his testicles bang against her split open cheeks.
“You’re in! Very good. Now draw back a little so she can feel
the smooth professional stroking I’m sure you can give her,” Lynette
told Jim.
“I know how to ass fuck a girl,” Jim said testily.
“Yes, you do. How nice. In and out, in and out. Marie! Come
look what a fine job Jim is doing!”
“I can’t,” Marie replied to Lynette. “David has to pee.”
“Well, let him go in your mouth then,” Lynette laughed.
“Maybe later,” Marie replied. “My, you just need to do all
sorts of things with that penis of yours, don’t you, David?” Marie
scolded the boy.
Recovering herself a little, Kate focused on the scene beyond
herself and Jim. Looking between both their legs she watched as Marie
presented a cup to David’s cock. Dutifully, like a boy peeing on a long
trip in his mommy’s car, David spurted his yellow bladder fluid into
Marie’s cup.
“Don’t overflow it!” Marie said. “I can get another cup.
Stop! Stop! You’re going on the floor!”
“I’m sorry. I’ve got hold of myself now,” David said. He
flexed his cock. He squeezed his buns tightly together as he cut off
his pee stream with his internal muscles.
“I have to pee too,” Jim said. Kate gasped.
“Not in my bottom!” Kate shouted.
“Just kidding,” Jim said.
“You’re cruel after all,” Lynette laughed to Jim. “My, how I’d
love to have you up my hole. What WOULD you do to me, hmmm?”
“Probably ream you a new one,” Jim said. He was shafting Kate
now, with gliding in and out strokes that her tense bottom fought to
stop. He held her flanks and bent forward and whispered into her ear
for her to be calm.
“May I pump you now?” Lynette asked Jim. She grabbed between
the backs of his legs and clutched his balls.
“Not yet!” Jim groaned.
“Oh, I want to see you CUM!” Lynette cried. She was wriggling
her hips with delight and Kate, seeing just her legs and her bush, for
she stood so close behind them both, saw a hand suddenly dart between
her thighs. Lynette began masturbating herself, even as she urged Jim
with gentle hand-squeezes to cum.
It was too much for Jim. He ceased his shafting and burrowed
as deep as he could into Kate. He held her tightly, making her yelp, it
happened so suddenly. And then, ringing her with his arms, his penis
ardent, he shot his stuff deep into her bowels.
Kate brimmed with passion and Jim reached between her legs and
searched with sweeping fingertips for her spot. Just in time, he found
it. Immediately she exploded as he pumped her full of himself. Lynette
made him give everything. She squished his testicles between her nailed
fingertips. He was like a bull being castrated, except the process was
natural, her sharp fingers only teasingly threatening as she made him
spill.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Lynette cried. She played with her slit and
found her button and made herself cum on her fingers. Kate watched as
Lynette’s probing fingertips became suddenly much wetter. Lynette’s
juice flowed within her. Indriving, swirling, Lynette’s fingers became
honey-coated. Kate had a second ass-splitting, cunt-humming orgasm as
she watched Lynette cum over her fingertips.
And then they were all standing, Lynette brushing back her
chestnut hair with both her hands, oblivious to her dewy fingers as she
ran them through her elegantly styled hair. Jim was savoring his loss.
He stood with a shrinking dick, his legs apart, as if he might shaft
Lynette, but his strength was temporarily dissipated. He had a big
smile on his face. Kate touched her bottom with her hands. It felt
wounded. She felt like a huge log had been withdrawn from her bottom.
But her cunny felt happy. She did not bother to close her legs as she
stood there casually, showing her bush to everyone, feeling at the
sensuously damaged cleft of her bottom, where her hole felt too big and
her ass felt like a pumpkin that had just had a nose-hole carved into it
for Halloween.
WHAT GOES UP...
by holy joe
Do you have money in the stock market? Now might be a good
time to take it out. Buy gold, silver, U.S. dollars, or anything that
you can actually hold in your hands.
Here is my evidence that the U.S. stock market may soon crash.
Take it or leave it:
1. Japan is in a recession. The new government in Japan will probably
be more incompetent than the old government.
2. All of the Asian economies are continuing to “contract”. (They are
getting worse, not better.)
3. China appears unlikely to be able to keep its currency at its
present level. When China devalues its currency, all the other Asian
economies will have to devalue their currencies too, making the whole
region worse off.
4. Russia’s government is highly unstable. Pieces of Russia continue
to try to break off from “mother Russia.” (Like, for instance,
Dagestan, next door to Chechnya.) Russia is also broke.
5. The International Monetary Fund is (almost) broke.
6. The U.S. Congress is unwilling, at present, to give more money to
the International Monetary Fund.
7. England is heading into a recession.
8. Inflation is on the rise in the U.S., according to Federal Reserve
Board Chairman Alan Greenspan.
9. Since inflation is on the rise in the U.S., according to Greenspan,
Greenspan will probably raise U.S. interest rates soon. (Which will,
all by itself, send the stock market into a “correction”.
10. Warehouses in the U.S. are filling up with goods. (Hence, industry
will cut back its output.)
11. The U.S. labor market is “tight”. (Meaning that it costs industry
more to hire workers, which risks an increase in inflation.)
12. For many months, stock market analysts have agreed that the U.S.
stock market is “amply valued”. (That means that stocks cost too much).
If the U.S. stock market should crash, it would probably go
down in August or October. These seem to be favorite months for the
stock market to undergo a “correction”.
Putting money into the stock market is not the same as saving
money. Remember how the stock market works. There is, generally, a
fixed amount of stock available. The fact that you and I keep swapping
a share of stock back and forth, sending its price, say, from $1.00 to
$100.00, does not mean that either you or I have actually “saved” any
real money. All we have done is run up the price of that stock. In the
end, there is still just one share of stock.
The yuppies don’t like saving money at the bank. Their parents
saved money at the bank, and so they see saving money at the bank as
“uncool”. As a result, for about 20 years now, yuppies have been
“saving” money in the stock market. But remember how the market works.
Money in the stock market is not the same as money in the bank.
“Playing the market” is a sophisticated form of gambling. You might do
quite well. Or, in a time of worldwide depression, you might lose
everything.
Normally I would not discuss stocks in FUCK DECENCY. However,
it seems to me that the market might go down. In fact, it might go WAY
down. Hence, I have written this essay.
I still remember when the stock market was at 870, in the
1970’s. It seemed fairly priced to me at that time. In hindsight,
though, it might have been slightly undervalued.
Ride Shotgun With Me
by Will Dockery
Be the side,
and be my guide,
lead me to the magic,
let me in your magic.
Mind expanding,
comfort to indulge,
magic of vision and sensation,
love and clear word thoughts.
Everfast raising,
and be my guide,
to a living nirvana,
a loving paradise.
Air conditioning,
and a nice cold drink,
magic of gentle tender colors,
have a smoke, relax and think.
So green and shaded,
and be my guide,
lead me to this magic thing,
the knowledge it unlocks.
Soul connecting,
there is so much to know about you,
magic and vision and sensation,
admire your playful flower.
AND IN THE END...
GOOD NEWS FOR PEDOPHILES
“Few mainstream mental-health professionals believe adult
sexual orientation can be -- or even should be -- permanently altered.”
- Newsweek, July 27, 1998, pg. 27.
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