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STARR SOURCES REPORT CLINTON ATE
“AN OVERABUNDANCE OF TWINKIES”
Little Rock, ARKANSAS (UP) - Sources close to the Starr
investigation today revealed that special prosecutor Kenneth Starr is
taking depositions regarding President Clinton’s consumption of
Twinkies.
“The president ate an overabundance of Twinkies. Two,
sometimes even three Twinkies a day, during the course of the previous
year,” a source told The Washington Pest today. “Why would a president
need to eat three Twinkies in one day? Is he hiding something? Is he
eating the Twinkies because he’s hungry? Because he has a weakness for
sweets? Or as a distraction to mislead our ongoing investigations?”
Starr received additional authority from Attorney General Janet
Reno earlier in the week, to enlarge his investigation into the matter.
Currently the White House is considering whether to cooperate with a
request from Starr’s office for “any and all Twinkie wrappers located in
the vicinity of the White House,” or whether to assert Executive
Privilege.
“It’s quite natural that we would want to see every Twinkie
wrapper they have,” a source close to the Starr investigation said.
“Monica Lewdinsky’s lipstick could be on one of those wrappers. Or
there could even be a wrapper with her lipstick on it, and the
president’s semen. That would be a gold mine for our investigation.”
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Innocent Interns, Inc.
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Issue No. 342
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Three
Now my hero retaliated. Showing as much animal fury as Sauron,
perhaps half-surprised himself that he still possessed his beautiful
12-inch penis, my Officer struck and struck again and again. Sauron
found himself unexpectedly on the defensive and a slicing blow cut into
his chest.
“Fuck you!” Sauron screamed. Losing all control, he fought
back with untamed abandon. But it proved his undoing. My Officer
countered the blows and responded and, quite suddenly, Sauron’s sword
was knocked from his hand and went spiraling through the air.
“Now, sir, it is I who hold the key to YOUR future,” my hero
gasped. He held his sword-point right at Sauron’s dick. In contrast to
my hero, Sauron’s penis was small and shriveled. Very gently, as if to
make a point without being decisive about it, in an irreversible way, my
hero nudged Sauron’s penis and stabbed lightly at his balls.
“Okay,” Sauron breathed.
“Okay is not good enough,” my hero replied. “You must promise
not to take up your sword again when my back is turned. And you must
say, with all sincerity, ‘Long Live the Citadel.’”
“Fie, this is most disagreeable!” Sauron said. I wondered at
his Shakespeare. Perhaps, being nude, he aspired to nobility, so as not
to look like some poor defeated savage at the hands of my
British-trained boyfriend.
“Long Live the Citadel!” my boyfriend urged, his voice loaded
with warning. His sword tip seemed to press just a little more deeply
into my Master’s testicles.
“Long--” Master began, looking at my boyfriend’s penis.
“Say it, and free the girl also,” my Officer ordered.
“Long Live the Citadel and take this schoolgirl whore off my
hands,” Sauron muttered.
“That’s no way to speak of a Lady, sir, but I’ll take it as a
surrender. Mind you, if I find your sword up my butthole when I turn
around you’ll not live to see another orgasm, despite your pretty
Japanese maid.”
“Take the blonde before I lose my maid also,” Sauron said.
“And get that damn thing away from me before you catheterize my pee hole
with it!”
My Officer hero withdrew his sword and put it gallantly to his
forehead. “The duel is ended then, and I the victor. Go to your
pleasure, sir, but leave the girl to me.”
Katy pushed me forward. She unhooked her finger from my collar
before pushing me, so that I stumbled freely. My Officer hero hastily
withdrew his sword from in front of himself lest I fall upon it. He
caught me with his free arm. I pressed myself against his hairy chest.
His own girlfriend, who’d urged him to put on gloves, took the sword
from his hand, lest he find someone else to duel with.
Miriam hastened down the hall. “Boys, boys! Or should I say
Men?” she looked at Sauron. “No, you are both boys, despite your ages.
Give me those swords before somebody loses something more precious than
a few chest hairs!”
The blonde who held my hero’s sword handed it to Miriam. She
took it and then fetched Sauron’s sword from the floor. “I should
castrate you both for playing like that!” she scolded.
“We were not playing,” Sauron snarled.
“Then begone. Go! This house is for playing, extreme playing
perhaps, but for playing all the same. And don’t take your loss out on
some poor innocent schoolgirl either, or I’ll report you!”
“I’ll do as I please,” Sauron muttered.
“I have friends! I’ll keep an eye on you!” Miriam shouted
after him as, with Katy in hand, he stormed down the hallway in defeat.
Miriam was left gasping as Sauron disappeared. I heard his
footsteps falling heavily on the stairs as he departed to the lower
floor. And then, slamming the front door shut behind him, he left. I
was glad I was with him no longer. He was more than just challenging,
or even cruel. He was Evil. He had crossed the line into hatred and
let his soul be consumed by hateful passions. He had become the
character whose named he’d borrowed from Tolkien. Worse, though, for
the dark fiend in Tolkien was just a fiction, while this man roamed
freely on the earth. I knew in my soul he’d find somebody to take his
vengeance upon. But I, at least, was safe, huddling against my Officer
hero. He embraced me with his arm. His girlfriend, sensing I was part
of their group now, floated shyly to my side and examined the marks on
my bottom.
“Ohhh, you’ve been in the dance,” she said. Lightly she patted
my tushy, almost admiringly, as if I’d accomplished something she had
yet to do. I’d noticed her own fanny was unmarked. Perhaps they’d been
at the party at the beginning, but had been so aroused that they had not
waited to savor all the festivities. They’d made their own party
upstairs. Or perhaps they’d just arrived, coming in as the other guests
left. Miriam seemed not to be satiable when it came to sex. She was
always open for business. If it was dark, and someone she approved of
knew her address, she let them in.
We glided into their bedroom. The bed was a shambles yet I saw
no wet spot and guessed they must just be starting. Certainly, from the
absolute hardness of my newfound Officer’s penis, he could not be on his
second erection. He looked down at me.
“My sweet, I don’t mean to be rude, but I won you and I want to
fuck you,” he said quite simply and directly to me.
I bit my lip. I looked about, wonderingly, hesitating. A
birthday cake was overturned onto the bed. Fortunately, the candles
must have been blown out before it got smooshed on the sheets. Beside
it a champagne bottle lay, its neck protruding from the side of the bed
and dripping its last drops onto the floor, where a small puddle had
formed.
I advanced to the bed. I put my face down into the sheets, as
I sensed was required. I folded my hands into fists and slipped them
beneath my neck. I dipped my back and offered my bottom. My officer,
gasping with delight, came quickly behind me and knocked my knees apart
with his own knee, protruding it between my tight-pressed legs. I found
myself spread in behind, my cunny already dripping with moistness and
the juice of other lovers. My Officer showed no reluctance at my
condition. He stabbed himself into my fruit, my fig, gleefully. He’d
almost lost his penis defending me and I knew as he felt my cuntlips
close upon him a vast erotic relief must have washed over him.
I felt like a whore but I didn’t care. He was my Prince, my
savior. He’d risked all to have me. I shuddered as I felt him thrust
into me, swordlike, and I felt him shudder too, at the sheer joy of
winning me and possessing me. No other fuck, I think, could have been
so heady. To actually fight for me, and win me. It was riveting for
both of us, me feeling my hero’s shaft stab into me, he feeling my
tightness, my receptive womb waiting for his deepest thrusts.
Behind my hero stood his other girlfriend. She seemed as
deeply impressed as I by his swordplay. “Oh you were so brave!” she
gushed. Happily she palmed his balls as he fought within my gripping
cunny to do to me what he’d almost done to Sauron. He stabbed within my
guts, within my private. Spasms of heated passion threatened to
overwhelm me.
“OOooooh!” I cried out. I was senseless with the thought that
he was ripping me apart with his organic sword. My mind reeled. I
waited, biting my lip, for his cum to flood into me, blood-like. Again
and again he fucked me, hard and unrelenting, his hardness surviving
even the tightest grips of my cunt.
And then, losing himself in me, stabbing right up to my womb,
impregnating me, perhaps, he let loose a flood of himself. I shouted at
his manliness and hoped I was feminine enough to deserve him. I bucked
back at him, making him spear me even more deeply. My soft bottom
ground against his hard loins. His hairy bush rubbed deeply into the
scored whiteness of my bottom. He made the marks I’d received in the
dance burn anew with his passionate grindings.
We shuddered to two climaxes. Somehow he spurted each time.
Then, gradually coming down from our bliss, we detached ourselves
finally. I was about to rise when I heard, quite gallantly, the other
Citadel male speak up.
“Sir, may I deposit myself in your girl? She is Yours, after
all, is she not? I find her fanny most irresistible.”
“Be my guest. She is quite a charming fuck,” my hero,
betraying me to his friend, replied.
And so I was fucked again. I felt like a small animal, bent
over the bed, wearing my collar, as the second Citadel man fucked me.
He was as thorough in his spearing of me as my former hero had been. I
wanted it less, enjoyed it less, but I had no choice in the matter. He
bent over me and I felt his hairy chest on my back and he breathed hotly
into my ear and told me lewd things that only a tart ever hears, fucked
by men in a whorehouse. I wept, I felt used and abused. But he brought
me to orgasm all the same, fucking me hard and relentlessly. I think he
was smitten by the idea of me being a captive. Of being rescued, then
fucked, and now fucked again. Around me I heard screams as my Officer
hero played with the two girls, the honey blonde who’d offered him
gloves and a young redhead.
Later, accepted by them as a playmate, we lay in bed and kissed
and they told me about themselves, and asked about me. It was then I
learnt my Officer lived in L.A., but commuted to the Citadel. He had
just graduated. He was starting a career in the Navy. He would be
going to sea soon. During his Citadel years he’d visited Miriam, and he
knew the names of the people I’d partied with. His friend had come once
or twice before. The two girls had been found earlier in the day on the
beach. One was 19, the other 17. We played with each other into the
morning and then, exhausted at last, fell asleep on the ruined bed.
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Chapter Four
Miriam awoke us in the bright afternoon. The honey blonde and
her strawberry redhead companion got up from the bed, all limbs and
tousled, stringy manes of hair, and trotted to the bathroom to pee. My
Officer’s male friend followed them. I sat up, realized I had to pee
but, looking over at my Officer, knowing I had to wait a moment anyway,
I let my eyes caress him. He glanced between my parted thighs and saw
my cunt. It was soft and inviting and he knew I was holding back my pee
inside my bladder, as he was.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. My eyes lowered seductively,
like lampshades. I trailed my gaze up from his penis as I asked,
catching his eyes and holding them. He was hard. So hard, so full of
himself. Mornings are like that for men. Except this was afternoon, so
it must be awakenings that are like that. When he awakes, he is hard.
“Dick,” he replied.
I laughed. “No, really,” I said, smiling. I let my tongue-tip
protrude between my white teeth, inviting him to tell the truth.
“It is,” he replied. “Richard for real, of course, but
everyone just calls me...” his eyes focused on my breasts, then dropped
to my pussy. “Dick.”
Miriam brought the two girls and their male lover back from the
bathroom. They were like children before her, peeing in the
kindergarten bathroom while teacher watched them.
“My, what a perfect couple,” Miriam teased Dick and I. “Are
you planning to wet the bed together?” She knew we had to go after
sleeping all day.
We looked up at her. We smiled, lovers’ smiles.
DIRTY DEFINITIONS
by holy joe
SEX, ORAL - Also known as a “blow job.” This is an act that
defines the true nature of the male/female relationship. The man,
dominant and standing up, places his penis into the mouth of a
submissively kneeling female. The man then urinates into the female’s
mouth, while she, supplicatively, attempts to swallow all of his pee.
If the pee overflows the female’s lips, it’s called “a wet blow job.”
If it does not, it’s called “a dry blow job.”
Sometimes a “blow job” is followed by a “poop job.”
(Presidents, after all, don’t just need to do ‘number one.’) In a “poop
job,” the president, having peed in the female’s mouth, then turns
around and places his anus against her willing 21-year-old lips. He
defecates into her mouth as she struggles to swallow down his poop.
Additional definitions on related subjects, and on subjects
subject to Executive Privilege, may be learned under the swings.
The Skinny Dip
by Nichole Grabe
The woman, reborn, lies
Autumn underfoot, bare ankled
Her dress wound, lace and train,
Froth soaked, lays low.
She is foreign, agape
eyes up blue, stars shine teeth
The skin unbound, the strip tease,
Foetally cool, her minuet.
Broken frame, crossed legs guide,
Stumbles as her skin pulls purple vein,
The bruises of an attack,
Her eye on water, she falls.
Her nose runs, the water surfs,
Her bonds rot in the rosy sunrise,
Birds call out to her,
Mute, she lies, unknown.
(She probably visited the White House. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
HEY, KIDS!
“Clinton’s closest adviser last year was a guy who savored
women’s toes and helped run the President’s campaign while in bed with a
hooker.”
- Time, February 9, 1998, pg. 66.
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