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CHILD MOLESTER
CAUSES STOCK MARKET COLLAPSE !
Stocks go up, stocks go down. But I just keep going to Tower
Books. (Reading is fundamental, after all!) Today I was walking past
Perply’s apartment when I heard laughter coming out of his window.
“Who could be laughing?” I thought to myself. “Stocks are down
over 500 points!” So I looked in his window. And there was Perply,
surrounded by his collection of cheerleader and teen girl magazines,
watching CNBC and laughing his head off.
I managed to put two and two together. “Perply,” I said.
“What did you do to the stock market?”
“I crashed it,” Perply said, barely able to pause in his
laughing.
Perply’s apartment door was unlocked. (After all, who wants a
bunch of teen magazines?) I let myself in.
“Perply,” I said, sitting down in a chair next to him, in front
of his T.V. “How in God’s name did you manage to crash the stock
market? And why?”
Perply managed to stop laughing and looked at me. After
breaking out into another spasm of giggles, he finally settled down and
said, “It’s because of the yuppies!”
“The yuppies?” I asked.
“Yes,” Perply said. “They had a great time in the ‘60’s and
‘70’s. Then, in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s, they passed lots of laws, so
nobody else could have a good time. Heck, thanks to them, I don’t even
have a girlfriend!”
“You mean an under-age ‘flower child’ girlfriend, like all the
yuppie guys had, in the ‘60’s and ‘70’s?” I asked.
“Yes!” Perply said. “I figure, if they’re going to threaten me
with life imprisonment and castration for TRYING to have what they had,
then fuck them. So I decided to crash the stock market and send them
all to the poor house.”
“Perply,” I said, as CNBC continued to report the bad news
about stocks. “Lots of people hate yuppies. They’re not called ‘yuppie
scum’ for nothing. But how in God’s name did you, of all people, manage
to crash the market and destroy their life savings?”
“That’s exactly what I did,” Perply said.
“Huh?” I asked.
“God. I prayed to God,” Perply told me. “Here’s the prayer I
prayed:”
Our Little Girl
Who Art at the Mall
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy lollipops come
Thy will be done
At the Mall, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day a stock market crash
And modernize bankruptcy law
To kick the Yuppies in the Ass.
For thine is the Horse Ranch,
And the Sticker Store,
And the Gumball Machine Jewelry
For Ever and Ever, Amen.
And if You can’t crash the Market,
At least give me a girlfriend.
“Hmmm, that’s pretty good,” I said.
“Yes, that’s how you should pray,” Perply said, “As an official
Member of Temple of Pan.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I forgot that I joined that church.”
“You’re in church right now!” Perply said. “Why do you think
I’m teaching you to pray? This is holy ground, devoted to God, who is
an 8-year-old girl!”
“Maybe you should tell me that prayer again,” I said. “Then I
can hopefully memorize it. God knows, the only thing worse than a
crashing stock market is a guy like me who was always too poor to own
any stocks in the first place.”
“Okay,” Perply said. He repeated the prayer. “Notice,” he
added, “That the Lord’s Prayer is divided into five parts. First comes
the salutation, which is,
Our Little Girl
Who Art at the Mall
Hallowed be thy name.
“Next,” Perply said, “You must wish for good things for God.
It’s selfish to just think of yourself. So list out the good things
that God likes to have happen to her:
Thy lollipops come
Thy will be done
At the Mall, as it is in Heaven
“After this part, it’s time to slip in the stuff you want,”
Perply told me:
Give us this day a stock market crash
And modernize bankruptcy law
To kick the Yuppies in the Ass.
“Next, since you are, after all, talking to a vain 8-year-old
girl, you need to switch back to the things you know she wants for
herself,” Perply said. “If nothing else, it helps disguise the stuff
you wanted for yourself. Hence,
For thine is the Horse Ranch,
And the Sticker Store,
And the Gumball Machine Jewelry
“Then you stick on the ending,” Perply said:
For Ever and Ever, Amen.
“After the ending, you can add an alternate wish, if you’re
afraid your main wish won’t be granted by God,” Perply said. “As you
can see, I was a little sly with Her. I put my main wish after the end
of my prayer, disguising it as an alternate wish, and I put my alternate
wish in the middle!”
“Wow,” I said.
“Yep, it didn’t work though,” Perply said. “I still don’t have
a girlfriend.”
“Well at least you did crash the stock market,” I said. “And
you taught me how to pray too.”
“Yes,” Perply said. He got up and turned off his T.V. “Well,”
he said, “As a priest devoted to God, I can’t sit around all day
enjoying myself, watching the stock market crash. I’ve got work to
do!” He picked up a teen magazine. He put his hand on the zipper of
his trousers. “I must go worship the Lord!” Perply said. He went into
his bathroom.
I sat in Perply’s apartment for a few minutes, surrounded by
his teen magazines. YM, Jump, Twist, Moxie Girl, and that new magazine
with gorgeous 12-year-old girls on the cover, named All About YOU!
Finally, when it became apparent that Perply might be worshipping the
Lord for quite a while, I left.
On my way to Tower I repeated the Lord’s Prayer many times,
hoping that good luck would come to me too.
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 397
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Six
“Hey, yeeowch!” David said. He had not noticed what Sherry was
up to. Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming
hot towel. David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the
towel’s moisture compensated for its heat.
“There, you’re nice and clean, sir,” Sherry said seductively to
David.
“No you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,” Marie
scolded. Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had
widened her mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her
sentence. She let her face remain tantalizingly close to David’s newly
polished equipment.
David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry,
aimed to fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood. Marie’s
words stilled him. For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at
him, while David’s penis stuck lance-like at her face.
Sherry put both her hands softly upon David’s cock. She seemed
to hold him back from her, like a frightened child. But then, still
showing him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to
stroke him in hopes of making him spurt.
“Sherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,” Marie
scolded. “Fie, I have the wrong person over my knee!” she swore,
throwing up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom
by clapping her hands to it. Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig
as she attempted to assuage the sting of her spanking. Her bare feet
leapt in little hops on the floor. She was a female leprechaun, dancing
amidst clover. But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at
least, had not been lucky this day. She rubbed it quite earnestly.
“Sherry!” Marie called. Striding to the girl she bent and
yanked her up by her hair. Sherry did not let go of David’s cock and he
yelped as he was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands. In a
moment both she and he were standing. Still she rubbed him, and she
tried to kneel in front of him so that she could keep her mouth were the
action was.
Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup,
waiting to make use of David’s penis as a spoon. She batted at Sherry’s
fingers and tried to pry them loose from David’s cock. Marie,
meanwhile, gave Sherry’s soft warm bottom a slap. The girl, surprised,
lost her hold on David.
“Yum, time to eat!” Kate said. Quickly she knelt before
David’s hard-on. She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its
length into her yogurt cup. Drawing him up from the cool moist
interior, she presented his manhood to her waiting lips. It was coated
with vanilla yogurt. David, not caring now at the loss of Sherry,
strove to control himself as Kate licked him clean and then stuck him
back into the cloying yogurt. For a moment Kate thought he might shoot
his jism into her cup. He seemed excited at seeing himself used this
way, put into a creamy substance and used to stir it and spoon it.
Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the loss of her toy. She’d
liked having a man in her hands. Now, with Marie angry at her, she was
dumped unceremoniously over the woman’s knees. Marie began spanking
her. Sherry was still close enough to childhood to feel humiliated at
such treatment. She blushed and kicked her feet and Rod had to hop down
and hold her, lest she spring up and run away. Nancy, meanwhile, who’d
been relatively compliant in her punishment, never actually preventing
it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
Kate licked and sucked David. She used his big sausage to
clean out the inside of her cup when she’d eaten all the vanilla and all
the drippy blueberries at the bottom. Mike was put to a similar use.
Lynette made him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his
penis. Cindy, still lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana
yogurt. Jim helped her eat it, standing before her table refuge,
offering his penis as a spoon. She ate her yogurt greedily, exclaiming
how hungry her pregnancy made her. When she had emptied her cup she
said she was still hungry. Jim, not waiting for orders or permission
from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the contents of his
testicles. She accepted. She sucked him like a straw until he shot
himself into her hungry tummy.
Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the
door. It had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular,
followed by two more in quick succession. Beth went to the door and
opened it. Out of the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter. He
was tall, dressed in a tailored suit that looked both fashionable and
quite expensive. Beside him entered a woman in a long dress. It held
itself against her figure as if it had been glued on. The fibers were
handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had a natural quality to them. The
woman had an imposing manner and kept her hair up in a bun. Her face
was like ice; white but expertly carved. Kate laughed as she felt
David’s hot penis thrusting into her mouth. Would the woman’s face melt
if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on David’s cock and
urged him to the floor. She had no idea who these newcomers were, but
she felt seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man. To
show him what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the
ice-statue he was currently with.
David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as
Kate knelt over him. Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her
two hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on
David’s hard on. Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her
bottom at the man in the tailored suit who stood behind her. David
thrust up. Kate screamed happily as his powerful tool split her tummy
like a drill shaft.
“This one seems particularly lively,” Kate heard the woman
comment. She felt the sharp toe of the woman’s booted foot jab her
hiney. It was not polite. It found her anus on the first kick and Kate
howled at the contact.
“She has the perfect bottom for it,” the man said casually.
Kate felt she were livestock and he was the meat inspector. He tapped
her right bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.
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(Message edited for length. Headline added by holy joe.)
AND IN THE END...
YUPPIE PARANOIA
hits warp speed!
“More young children seem to be committing sexual assault.
...Department of Justice figures show a fairly steady increase in rape
arrests for children under 12, from 222 in 1980 to 553 in 1996.”
- Newsweek, August 24, 1998, pg. 28.
- Soon America will be arresting babies in maternity wards for
“molestation” and “rape”. - h.j.
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