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Issue No. 408
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Eight
“Oh, only my husband must do that to me,” Rose wailed. But she
relaxed her burning cheeks sufficiently for Kate to make headway. Kate
tasted the inside of Rose’s hole and stabbed at her like an Indian
raping a white woman. “No, no, no, no,” Rose wailed, but she only
tightened her bottom a little and Kate was able to yank her cheeks apart
when she did.
In and out Kate moved her tongue. She fucked Rose’s hole with
her small little tongue as eagerly as John would have with his big
penis. Rose sobbed in her pillow and wailed that she was no longer a
virgin. Kate kept up the punishment. When she had tasted as much as
she wished she withdrew her tongue and leapt from the bed. She ran into
the bathroom and opened the hot water tap and bent down and stuck her
face under the warming stream to clean it.
“Mmmm, m and m’s without the candy shell,” Kate smiled when she
returned to the bedroom. Rose sat on the bed, clutching her
tear-stained pillow to her face. She sat on her bottom protectively,
obviously fearing a new assault. John stood, his cock newly risen and
ready for action.
“We need to put some cream on your bottom to repair the skin,”
Kate said to Rose.
“I know,” Rose answered. “Did you cum tonguing me?”
“Not, not quite,” Kate said. “I was too busy holding you
open.”
“I came,” Rose said. “Let me tongue you to orgasm and then you
can attend to my bottom.”
“How can you bear to sit on it?” Kate asked.
“I don’t want you to fuck it again!” Rose blurted.
“Okay, I won’t, skairdy-cat,” Kate replied.
“Come and lay on the bed and I’ll lick you,” Rose said.
Kate obliged. Rose lay on top of her and kissed her face.
Then she slid down her body, slowly, kissing her risen tits and even
biting them a little, so that Kate was forced to cry out. Rose licked
Kate’s belly button, as if to fuck it with her tongue as Kate had fucked
Rose’s hole. Then, sliding still lower, she put her face in Kate’s nest
and slowly licked her pouty sex. John, getting on the bed behind Rose,
helpfully stroked himself to orgasm and spurted his healing cum all over
Rose’s bottom.
With a sharing of kisses and a jostling of limbs and thighs and
bosoms Kate slid out from underneath Rose. She knelt on all fours with
her bottom high, in case John should find new inspiration, for she knew
a slave’s duty was to always present herself willing and ready before
her master. Kate licked her lips to get her tongue ready. Then she
bent down and began to lick up the semen that John had so generously
provided upon Rose’s bottom.
The sperm was salty. Kate felt funny licking another woman’s
fanny but her master had chosen to deposit his sperm here and so Kate
felt it was her duty to make sure it didn’t go to waste. Sperm belonged
inside a girl, Kate told herself. So she laved Rose’s huddling bottom
with her tongue while Rose lay on her belly upon the bed, sobbing
quietly into her pillow. Every touch upon her bottom hurt. Even John’s
sperm shooting onto her bottom had made her quiver with pain. Now
Kate’s tongue, trying extra hard to be very soft and gentle, sent new
spasms of pain tremoring through her plump fanny.
“There, there, it’s not too bad,” Kate assured Rose, though she
had never been whipped as soundly as she herself had just whipped Rose.
Kate, with her bottom lofted high, still showing the fading marks of her
less severe punishment under the tree, wondered what it was like to be
so completely and thoroughly beaten. She almost wished John would pick
up the riding crop and lay it on her, vigorously and without remorse, so
she could know for herself what she’d done to poor Rose. And it was in
thinking this that she knew that John wasn’t the right man for her.
Whatever his reputation with Marie, he had failed her. He’d let her
become a mistress when all she wanted was to be a slave.
When her tummy was full of John’s sperm Kate got up from the
bed. John had sat behind her on the bed, watching her, and she gave him
a brief kiss on his smooth-shaven cheek. Precociously she gave a little
tug on his cock. It was soft and flaccid. He turned his head and
watched her as she leapt down from the bed and walked confidently toward
the door.
“Where are you going?” John mumbled. He was satisfied and
content and he didn’t bother to raise his voice for, it seemed, he
thought Kate was simply taking a moment to attend to her bladder or to
some feminine duty. But Kate, as soon as she was free of him, went out
to the living room. She hunted for her discarded skirt and blouse among
the many clothes now lying on the floor. Her blouse was under a pair of
castoff panties. She got it on and then found someone’s skirt, though
it wasn’t hers, and decided it would have to do. Someone was groping at
her ankles and wanted her to lie down with him. Kate managed to free
her leg and, getting on the skirt, slipped out the front door as quietly
and quickly as she could.
Chapter Nine
Kate walked along the roadside, kicking pebbles and wishing
someone would kidnap her. She wanted to be someone’s property, wholly
and completely. She didn’t want to live in the real world anymore. She
wanted to be a pet, and be fed and cared for and do only as her master
told her.
But it had to be the right man, she told herself. And then she
scolded herself for thinking such thoughts at all. What would her
mother think? She hadn’t served all those years on the PTA so her
daughter could graduate from high school and become some man’s
plaything. Yet, Kate mused, turning and watching the trees by the
roadside and feeling the wind rippling through her hair, she could only
be happy at this point in her life if she devoted herself to a man.
Not marriage. That’s not quite what she wanted. A marriage
was a partnership. She wanted something... deeper. She watched the
moon. It was late. There was nobody around. The road was silent. A
rabbit appeared in the grass near her feet and crept out slowly toward
her. She shivered from the chill in the wind and the rabbit scurried
away. A cloud passed over the moon and she wrapped her arms around
herself to try to stay warm. She wondered if she should go back to the
house where the orgy was in full swing. It would be warm in the tangle
of arms and legs. She had only to enter, and she would soon be amongst
them. Wasn’t that a kind of slavery? But John was there and she was
tired of John. And she didn’t want to meet Rose again and feel
responsible for what she’d done to Rose’s bottom. ...
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Oui International, Premier Issue, December 1998, $5.99. Oui
International, 14411 Commerce Way, Suite 420, Miami Lakes, FL 33016. No
web site listed.
Review: What an amazing country America is! Back in the
1970’s, “free love” was popular. And porn was on the skids. I still
remember reading an article titled, “Trouble in Bunny Land”. Hugh
Hefner was losing money, because lots of people were having sex, instead
of jerking off to his magazine.
Today, things are quite different. The religious right and
left-wing feminists have created an America where “sexual McCarthyism”
reigns supreme. There is no “free love” in America anymore. Instead,
there is Ken Starr, and Catharine MacKinnon. There are “stalkers” and
“sexual harassers” and “child predators” and Bill Clinton.
There’s also a lot of porn. Every time I go to Tower Books
there is more porn. Take this magazine, for instance, “Oui
International”. It’s a new magazine. What’s interesting about it is
that Oui is a shit-can magazine. But apparently they’re making so much
money at Oui, despite publishing crap, that they’ve decided to start a
second title!
The first thing that amazes me about this magazine is, in fact,
the title. “International” was once an independent magazine, back in
the 1970’s. It went out of business. “Club” magazine apparently bought
it, because nowadays there is a magazine titled “Club International”.
Despite the fact that “International” is not the best-selling of names,
Oui has decided to name its new magazine “Oui International”. That
shows you how well porn is selling in 1990’s America. The “free love”
era couldn’t support one magazine named “International,” but Ken Starr’s
America can support two!
So, what do I think of this magazine? It’s okay. But it’s
nothing special. There is no particular quality about it that makes it
distinct from other second- or third-tier porno magazines. There are
some pictures of naked females, and some articles. That’s it. The
cover girl is a girl I’ve already seen too many times before, in other
magazines. Nonetheless, with sexual puritanism running rampant in
America, I imagine this half-hearted, undistinguished porno magazine
will make money.
Now, I shouldn’t be too hard on this magazine. Let me point
out the few instances where, in this issue at least, it has delighted my
eye.
“Dove”, pg. 38, is this month’s centerfold. She’s not much to
look at, but on pages 43-44 she gives an outstanding view of her
bottom! It is really quite luscious to look at. Not only does she have
a perfect bottom, but she’s wearing long white stockings. They end at
mid-thigh, where frilled garters, tied into small bows, keep them from
falling down. One is reminded of the novel The Story of O, in which it
is written:
“Take off your stockings too,” Anne-Marie said suddenly. “You
see,” she went on, “you shouldn’t wear garters, you’ll ruin your
thighs.” And with the tip of her finger she pointed to the spot just
above O’s knees where O rolled down her stockings around a wide elastic
garter. There was in fact a faint mark on her leg. (Pg. 143)
As I’m sure you know, despite her concern for ‘faint marks’
made on O’s legs by her stockings, Anne-Marie is the lady who
subsequently makes permanent marks on O, by piercing her cunt and
branding her bottom!
“Tabitha and June”, page 56, is a reasonably creative pictorial
of two girls making love. I’ve seen the white girl in this pictorial a
lot already, in other magazines (or, at least, I think I have) but it
was okay to see her one more time.
“Jovanna”, page 5, wears some interesting clothes before
popping out of them and taking a bath, in a tub cluttered with
children’s toys. Again, a reasonably interesting pictorial.
If you like black girls, both Jovanna and Tabitha are quite
attractive! Apparently the aim of this magazine is, in fact, to broaden
the racial mix of girls featured in porno magazines. That can be
interpreted two ways, of course: to the traditional reader like me,
non-white girls can tend to fall into the “ho hum, nothing special”
category. But if you specifically are looking for non-white girls, you
should be able to find quite a few of them in “Oui International”. And,
judging from the two black girls in this issue, you will be pleasantly
surprised!
DiCaprio to take over Fuck Decency
by holy joe
This issue marks my last. It is with sadness that I bid you
farewell. However, one cannot do a particular job forever. As part of
his training for a role in an upcoming movie, Leonardo DiCaprio is
taking over this zine. Here’s a transcript of our conversation:
hj: Damn. Just when I sit down to masturbate, the phone rings. Hello?
Ld: Hello. Is this the fat guy who writes Fuck Decency?
hj: Oh, shit. Why do I get these crank calls?
Ld: This isn’t a crank call. Let me explain. I’m Leonardo DiCaprio.
I want to take over your zine.
hj: It’s not for sale.
Ld: I’ll buy you a year’s subscription to Panty Play.
hj: It’s yours.
Ld: Thanks.
hj: Why did you pick me?
Ld: You seemed the logical choice. I mean, I’m starring in American
Psycho, and you publish Fuck Decency.
hj: Hmmm. I guess there’s a connection there...
Ld: Don’t worry. I know you have readers. And I don’t need any more
fans. Especially all those pesky, underage girls who keep bugging me.
So I’ll tell you what: I’ll keep signing all the columns I write, in
Fuck Decency, “by holy joe”.
hj: That sounds good.
Ld: Yeah. That way the transition will be very smooth. And who knows,
with luck, I may even ditch some of those girls who keep bugging me.
hj: Don’t forget to write like you’re a loser. Don’t mention your
Hollywood mansion or your limo or anything.
Ld: Don’t worry! I’m going to invest myself completely into being
you. I’ll write about your dumpster, and how you go to Tower Books
every day, and how you sit in that porta potty behind the elementary
school.
hj: And don’t forget to mention that I like little girls.
Ld: Oh, yeah. That too. Except I don’t, really.
hj: Don’t worry. I’ve never had a girlfriend.
Ld: Cool! You’re just what I need! With luck, maybe girls will even
HATE me!
hj: That’s a distinct possibility.
Ld: Yeah. They’ll think I’m some loathsome, fat, loser-dude, who
couldn’t get a date if he paid for it!
hj: Well, I hope you enjoy publishing Fuck Decency.
Ld: I will! But except for a small notice to your readers, don’t
mention it, okay?
hj: Okay! No one but us will know that holy joe is really Leonardo
DiCaprio!
Ld: Right!
AND IN THE END...
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