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Issue No. 347
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
Unbuttoning my hot pants, I smiled at Dick. He and I were
about to share a most unusual experience together. He’d never come here
if I hadn’t insisted. And now, knowing I was in for it with Sauron, I
nonetheless savored his nervous Officer hands as he unzipped himself.
Katy too, I think, was in awe of him. She’d seen his impressive thing
last night and longed to greet it once more, this time more intimately.
I did not mind letting her have a little of him. As I pushed my tight
shorts down my smoothly tanned thighs I guessed I’d find it impossible
not to watch her blow-jobbing him. If I could. I couldn’t be sure of
Sauron. But between myself and Katy we could have quite a lot of fun.
And I knew she’d do things to him, that I’d get to see, that I’d never
in my wildest dreams be able to think of.
And then I knew why I’d come here. To feel Sauron in me while
I watched poor Dick suffer exquisitely sexual punishments in the
delicate hands of Katy. But could I control Sauron? I did not know. I
did not care. The lust in me was too great to see Dick put through his
paces, regardless of the cost to me.
I kicked off my shorts and then hooked my thumbs in my panties.
“Wait,” Katy cautioned me. “You must have your shoes off
first.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because your panties will be needed for a gag,” she answered.
“Let me get your sneakers off so they won’t get your panties dirty.”
She knelt down before me. With quick fingers she undid the laces of my
tennies. Then she pulled them off my feet, me lifting each in turn to
allow her to complete her task. After that she rolled down my socks. I
stood barefoot on the rug a moment later. She moved on her knees to
Dick. He’d paused, watching me, drinking in my figure. I smiled at him
and slipped down my panties. I pulled them slowly, my legs parted a
little, to excite him. He fumbled in his shorts for his thing as my
panties, invitingly, left a little of themselves behind in my crotch.
When I gave a last, leisurely tug, the crotch imprisoned portion of my
panties sprang from my cuntlips and joined the rest of my undies down
round my thighs. From mid-thigh I drew them down over my knees and bent
and slipped them the rest of the way down my calves. Dick watched, his
eyes gorging on my breasts. They swung with all their mammary grace as
I took off my panties. Then, lifting them up, I twirled them round my
finger, just to tease him.
Dick was in heaven. With Katy at his feet, working diligently
on his shoelaces, he peeled down his briefs and showed me his thing. It
popped out as he uncovered himself. It was like a big banana and it
sprang at me like a catapult had flung it from his loins. In his
eagerness he hit Katy in the face with his prick, just as she rose up a
little to pull off his shoes.
“Oh! Please, Dick!” Katy admonished, quite surprised, though
you’d have thought she’d have known she was working in a dangerous
area. “Face masks are required!” I half-expected someone to say,
barging into our bedroom. But nobody came, not even Sauron. I dared
not ask about him. He was angry with me, I knew. And he already had a
reputation for being cruel, even with girls he preferred. Yet Katy was
healthy and happy. She was unmarked. Surely I would be the same? I
had nothing to fear, I told myself, but I did not believe it. Yet the
lure of Dick’s penis bobbing there, before my avid eyes, held me fast.
I lifted up my t-shirt to bare my breasts. The hem was frayed. It
tickled my stiff nipples as it passed over them. I knew I was wicked.
I longed to massage my clit. But, instead, standing demurely, I closed
my thighs so that my private would not be seen. I put a hand over my
pubic hair. Holding my panties in my hand, I put a thumb in my mouth.
I looked silly and babyish, I knew, but I wished to be as compliant as
possible. There was no way to escape now. Sauron must know of our
presence. If I ran for the door, I’d find it locked. No, I must stand
quietly, waiting for Dick. Waiting to meet Sauron and pay my penance,
seeing Dick do the same.
We both undressed completely. Kiri, rising to take our shoes
away, to place them safely by the front door where they would not track
dirt in the house, insisted upon it. She left and Dick and I stood
staring at one another. We looked like patients waiting to be examined
by a doctor, or to be given gowns so we could be taken to surgery.
“I hardly know you and yet I’m going nuts just thinking of you
being punished by Sauron,” Dick said gruffly to me. I took my thumb
from my mouth and replied,
“The feeling’s mutual.” Then I replaced my thumb, lest I say
too much and anger him.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Hump, March 1998, $2.95. No web site listed. (Interestingly, this
magazine is published by Joe Weider, longtime advocate of
weight-training, and weight-lifting products for men. Weider’s “General
Counsel” (his lawyer) is Bernard J. Cartoon.)
This is a magazine “for girls who dare to be real”.
Review: Have you seen this slogan, printed and paid for by our
government: “Sex with a minor is a major crime.” It’s on the back of
all the buses where I live.
In the 1980’s, the yuppies had little children. Mothers were
going to work in large numbers, for the first time in history, and they
felt guilty leaving their children in the care of someone else. So all
sorts of scares were concocted, under the label of “child molestation.”
In this way, a mother could work, yet at the same time “protect” her
child (whom she wasn’t spending any time with) by prosecuting the local
day care center or anyone else who spent time with ‘her’ child. Such a
mother could spend her time with another adult, yet claim to herself
that it was actually time devoted to her child, because she was talking
to other adults about “child molestation.” In addition, the
conversation could be about womens’ favorite subject, sex, yet be
credited as time spent on her child.
Now, the children of the yuppies are in their teens. Sure
enough, the focus now is on “child rape.” (Previously known as
“statutory rape.”)
Interestingly, when the yuppies themselves were young, and
coming of age, statutory rape was hardly ever punished as a crime. Now
it’s not only a crime, but a “major” crime.
How amazing it is that the laws of America always manage to
conform to the yuppies’ wishes. When they were young, there were,
effectively, no laws. Now that they’re old, and own children and
property, there are lots of laws. The reason for this is simple: the
yuppies are a very large group of people. In a democracy, the only
thing that matters is how many people you have voting the same way you
do. So we have, in America, a democracy, which might better be termed a
“tyranny of the majority.”
This is not to say, of course, that the laws of America are
just. Far from it. America’s laws are *said* to be just, because lots
of self-interested people (yuppies) voted for them to be the way they
are. In the same way did the Nazis (who outnumbered the Jews) vote to
elect Adolf Hitler, and send all the Jews to death camps.
Let us examine the justice of the phrase, “Sex with a minor is
a major crime.”
Our first question is: “When do girls lose their virginity?”
The answer may be found in the current issue of Jump, on page
51:
“Brennan: In my high school, popularity was practically
determined by who was having sex with whom.
“Joe: That’s how my high school was too. The freshman girls
-- we’re talking 13-year-olds -- would arrive at the high school, and
the senior guys would immediately hit on them for dates. ...Those girls
felt... they wouldn’t be accepted, and they’d lose the chance of
becoming popular at school if they didn’t sleep with the older, popular
guys.”
Hence, we can see by the above passage that the so-called
“child rape” laws are unjust. This is because girls lose their
virginity at the age of 13.
Here’s a quote from Time magazine, February 2, 1998, page 31:
“Teenage girls who have given oral sex but haven’t yet been
vaginally penetrated tend to go on regarding themselves as virgins.”
Note the language in the above passage: “teenage girls.” It
does not read, “Women who have given oral sex but haven’t yet been
vaginally penetrated tend to go on regarding themselves as virgins.”
Hence, we may conclude, again, that few, if any girls are still virgins
by the time they reach the age of 18.
In my opinion, anyone who is a virgin ought to be able to have
sex with anyone else who is a virgin. It is ridiculous to equate sexual
experience with age. So what if a guy is over 18? If he’s still a
virgin, he should be able to have a girlfriend who’s a virgin. Since
girls, especially cute girls, lose their virginity at 13, he should be
able to meet and associate with girls who are no older than 12.
Otherwise, he’ll be a virgin for the rest of his life, if he wants to
have a girlfriend who’s a virgin like him.
Furthermore, a girl should be able to have sex with anyone she
wants to have sex with. It is not for the State to intervene and issue
blanket rules and regulations on this matter. And who is to say that
two people are having sex? Perhaps they simply like each other. It’s
up to them, in any event, to decide the nature of their relationship,
not the State.
(I wonder how many yuppies, reading that last paragraph, and
disagreeing with it, would have disagreed with it in 1968?)
Which brings up another question: why is there no magazine in
America for young men, that’s about young girls? I mean, take this
magazine, Jump. There are others like it: YM, Seventeen, and still
more, all of them telling young girls many things about boys and men.
But there is no magazine telling us guys about girls.
Sure, there’s Penthouse. But it’s illegal for anyone under 18
to buy Penthouse. Furthermore, Penthouse is, as Bob Guccione himself
describes it: “adult entertainment.” I see Penthouse as essentially,
“Las Vegas Sexuality.” It’s a bunch of photos of very sexually
experienced, sexually mature women. As for the articles in Penthouse,
to the extent that they’re about sex at all, they’re just locker-room
fantasies. (Almost all of them poorly written, by hacks.)
Aside from Penthouse, what magazine is there, for young males?
Boy’s Life? Does that magazine still exist? I remember getting it,
when I was younger. It’s put out by the Boy Scouts. It contains
articles like: “Canoeing on Lake Superior.” There is absolutely no
information in it about girls.
My recommendation for guys who are interested in girls (as
opposed to Las Vegas hookers in Penthouse) is to read Jump. Of all the
girls’ magazines I’ve seen, Jump contains the most information about
sex. Sex, that is, as it actually occurs, between real people. You
know, “How to Ask Someone Out,” etc.
Why should girls get to read all about guys, while guys have
nothing? Why should we be stuck reading about canoes, or wild swing
parties? Hopefully there will someday be a magazine for guys that is
specifically about real, live girls. Not women. Not hookers. And not
sexually experienced girls, either. After all, who wants somebody
else’s used-up, thrown-away girlfriend? I mean, if you really like the
girl, you’re going to put your penis into her, right? Would you wear
some guy’s used-up, thrown-away underpants?
Hopefully America will return to the values of an earlier time,
as in the 1960’s and 1970’s, when anyone could associate with anyone
else who liked them. And you could do whatever, in your relationship,
felt right. It was up to the people in the relationship to decide what
they did together. It wasn’t up to the “law.”
I well remember the phrase: “I’m O.K., you’re O.K.” But in
modern America, nobody is O.K. Everyone (except, conveniently, married
people like yuppies) is deemed to be some sort of criminal. A “child
molester.” A “stalker.” Someone engaging in “lookism.” Or engaging in
“sexual harassment.” Or, if sex occurs, guilty of “child rape,” or
“date rape.” The category of “sex offender” is a huge category that
scoops up ever greater numbers of people, particularly males. In fact,
some counties in America have their funding, in the form of monetary
grants from higher levels of government, directly tied to how many cases
they file against so-called “criminals.” If the number of cases falls,
the county’s funding gets cut. “Crime” is big business. It has become
the lifeblood of American society.
In fact, the entire history of the 20th century revolves around
endless numbers of purges and pogroms. It might be peasants in Stalin’s
Russia who must be wiped out. Or Jews in Hitler’s Germany. Or the
middle class in Cambodia. Or ethnic cleansing in Bosnia. In America,
the pogroms and purges focused on communists in the 1950’s, and on “sex
offenders” in the 1980’s and 1990’s.
One wonders, too, what happens when a society like America has
vast numbers of people categorized as sex offenders, or in some other
way disfigured by the state. (For instance, those convicted of drug
offenses.) One remembers ancient Rome. There were vast legions of
slaves in Rome. Then, one day, there was a slave revolt. The slaves,
under Spartacus, almost took over Rome. Could America, one day, face a
revolt of sex offenders? What if those convicted of sex crimes teamed
up with those convicted of drug offenses? It would equal a lot of
people!
Perhaps majority rule wouldn’t be such a bad thing, after all.
The Virgin
by Chris McCarty
Oh lady.
Oh sexy lady.
Please sleep with me.
Sleep with me tonight,
For I don’t want to be a virgin any more.
Please tell me you will sleep with me.
Exotica Magazine, Volume 5, Number 7, $1.95. 8 1/2” x 11” magazine, 50
pages. X Publishing, Inc., 625 SW 10th Avenue, Suite 324B, Portland, OR
97205. E-mail: xmag@teleport.com Web: http://www.xmag.com
Review: One way to not be a virgin anymore is to become a porn
star. There’s an excellent article in this issue of Exotica on that.
It’s by Chris Buckley. He apparently signed up to be a porn star. Or
perhaps he signed up to be a substitute porn star. In any event, as the
article “Waiting for Wood” begins, Chris is on the set of a porno
movie.
Chris claims to be waiting to fuck girls. He says, if the main
male stars poop out, the director is going to call on him, Chris
Buckley, to fuck the girls in the porno movie that is being made.
Meanwhile, Chris interviews a porn star named Rod Rammer. Chris
interviews Rammer in a dressing room. Rammer is someone who takes baths
infrequently, never brushes his teeth, and prepares for his porn roles
by eating cream-spurting pastries. However, Rammer is loved by porno
directors. That’s because Rammer is always able to have an erection in
front of the camera.
Chris interviews Rammer. Meanwhile, out in front of the
cameras, a woman named Sheila is desperately trying to get a performer
named Nick to have an erection. Sheila is pissed, and scared. She
knows that if Nick fails to produce, the director will order her to have
sex with Rammer instead.
I won’t spoil the ending of this article by telling you what
happens. Suffice it to say that you won’t be disappointed, even if
Sheila was.
An interesting, but unintelligible article is “Crash Worship.”
It’s apparently about a rock band. I couldn’t make much of the article,
not even, for sure, the gender of its author. But the article did
contain an interesting quote. It calls Sassy Magazine “the adolescent
girl prison.” (Page 38.) Considering how all the girls’ magazines veer
toward a politically-correct perspective, that’s not a bad quote. I
like it. In any event, this article contains a great photo of a young
girl dancing topless. She’s got long, lovely hair. There’s a slim
collar around her neck. The only thing she’s wearing is her (very
skimpy) panties. Dancing around her are some of the ugliest, most
horrible males you could ever imagine.
Maybe I should attend a Crash Worship show. I’d probably fit
right in.
AND IN THE END...
ADVICE FOR GIRLS
“I got ahead by giving head.”
- Monica Lewdinsky
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