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(plus 30 years)
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FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 351
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
Dick accepted his tea from Katy and, for the first time, seemed
a little concerned as he made sure he didn’t spill any of it on his
dick. We drank, he and I, looking at each other, our eyes hot, my
panties in my mouth, my tea soaking them as I slowly sipped and
swallowed. Katy drank her tea and even Jennifer, kneeling beside her
mistress, was given a cup for herself and drank gratefully. She kept
her head bowed all the while, watching her nude bosoms as they moved
inside her sheer blouse.
“We’ll have our noodles later,” Katy said when we’d drunk down
our tea. She stood and Jennifer stood with her, gasping at the plight
of her bottom as she unbent. Dick rose up, I followed his lead. Katy
ushered us from the room. We passed down a hall and then proceeded down
dim steps that led to the cellar. I walked with nervous knees, almost
falling over several times. Katy, getting behind me for the walk down
the steps, guided me, her hands on my shoulders. Dick, with Jennifer in
front of him, clasping her round her waist with his hands, led the way.
Dick seemed eager. He was tortuously hard and I guessed he was
ready for anything, if it involved three females and the chance of his
getting off. When we were all downstairs Katy turned on a light and the
entire vista of her dungeon opened before our eyes.
I gasped. Despite my panties in my mouth, soaked with tea and
tasting of me, I gasped. Beside me, trembling in her sheer blouse, all
the rest of her naked, I heard Jennifer gasp. For both of us, it was
the first time seeing more than just the steps and the entrance.
Perhaps she’d never been down here at all, for her surprised voice
echoed even more sharply within the stone depths.
The Puritans would have loved it down here. At least on first
sight. There were stakes where witches might be burnt, or strangled.
There were stocks for naughty boys to be fixed into, or girls, with
their head and hands and feet imprisoned and immobile, left to sit on
hotseats of burning embers. Perhaps, with their pants pulled down, they
would have to pee on the coals to extinguish their heat.
I saw cages and a rape rack and much else besides, all of it
made of wood within the stone walls that enclosed us. And above, chains
hung down, menacingly. Despite the number of chains I saw no spider
webs. They were expertly cleaned, I guessed, or used often.
Along the walls whips hung. I saw every variety. I could not
tell all that I saw, for it was unknown to me, just leather and wood and
chains, all intermingled, all ominous.
“Please take off your kimonos so we can begin,” Katy said to
the three of us. As if to inspire us she pulled open her own robe. Her
luscious breasts presented themselves, quivering softly, their tips hard
and her mouth sighing a little as she let Dick see her figure. She
showed no embarrassment as her kimono fell away from her bush, letting
us see all of her, from her belly button down to her toes. She took her
kimono and folded it neatly and draped it over a sawhorse. Then, to
speed Dick in his undressing, she went to him and accepted his robe and
folded it for him. She placed it over the sawhorse on top of hers.
I sensed a chance to free myself from all but my handcuffs.
Quietly I put a bondage mitt to my mouth and spit out my panties. I
laid them in all their spit and tea soaked-glory on a glossy, lacquered
nightstand near me. I felt strange as I placed them right in front of a
crystal vase that had been filled, by somebody, with fresh roses. They
were one of the few dashes of color in the dungeon. Unable to resist, I
bent and sniffed them. Their aroma was rich and heady.
I straightened up. I put a bondage mitt to my face and bit at
the little bow-tied drawstring which held it to my wrist. I got the
string undone with my teeth and then pulled the mitt off my hand with my
mouth. I spit the whole thing down onto the table next to my crumpled
panties.
Glancing at Katy, I saw she was still busy with Dick. As if to
reward the large Officer boy for his compliance, she’d knelt before him
and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. She gazed up at him, all
eyes, admiring the muscled excellence of his frame as he filled her with
himself. Jennifer crept up to me. She was bereft of anything to do and
still chastely wore her blouse. She had a dazed, passionate look in her
eyes. I guessed she’d only been whipped, aroused, but not yet finished
off. Her cunny must be buzzing and driving her to distraction, I
realized. I bit into my other drawstring on my remaining mitt and undid
it and pulled it off.
“I can get your cuffs off if...” Jennifer’s voice trailed
away. A guilty look came to her eyes. I was eager to have the
handcuffs off me and I nodded quietly. But I said nothing. Jennifer
opened the drawer of the nightstand. There was a little box within and
it had a combination lock on it. “This might not work... but I heard
(she paused to remember his name) Sauron tell Katy that he’d put in new
combinations for their lockboxes. I wasn’t supposed to hear, of
course. There should be a skeleton key inside.” She twisted the
combination knob and I watched hopefully. “6, 6, 6,” she spun out. And
then she tried it. Nothing. “Wait! The last one is sixteen,” she
remembered. And she entered the combination again and, to my vast
relief, the box popped open. She withdrew the key and undid me. I
smiled gratefully at her as I rubbed my wrists. She laid the steel
handcuffs down next to my wet panties.
Jennifer, happy with herself for giving me to herself as a
prize, put her hands to my waist. She fumbled with the belt of my
kimono, opening it, staring at my face and my bare breasts as they
heaved softly up and down with my tense breathing. I must confess I
felt a sudden sensuousness flood my being as my eyes stared deep into
hers. She had a softness and an innocence about her and I remembered
how we’d felt so close, for a little while at least, at the dance.
Jennifer slipped my kimono from me and I did not protest as it fell to
the floor. I let myself be made nude before her. Our eyes met again
and then she looked at my breasts again and she leaned forward. Like a
baby finding its mother, she parted her lips and gently put them to my
right nipple. Her mouth was compliant, open but nurturing. She drew my
nipple between her teeth, her lips like a baby’s lips, all suckly and
appreciative. Then, as if too hungry for my own good, she bit lustily
down upon my nipple.
“OW!” I cried. I jerked backward and tried to pull my breast
away but she had my nipple firmly clamped between her teeth. I turned
my head to look for help from Katy. She saw what we were up to and
eased Dick’s stiff penis from her mouth. I thought he might fight her
but he simply watched. He was awed by her dragon-like beauty. She had
him in the palm of her hand. She unbent her sleek body and rose.
Briefly she kissed Dick’s lips and then she strode over to us.
I sighed with relief as Katy detached Jennifer’s wicked lips
from my bosom.
“I’m sorry,” Jennifer apologized to me. She watched as Katy
examined my breast. There was a set of teeth marks in the areola just
where the nipple thrust forth. “I guess I got carried away,” Jennifer
said. She seemed hungry and she squeezed her thighs tightly together
and put a hand to her belly and rubbed it. But she wasn’t hungry for
food, I knew. She was eager for a sexual feast. Yet, somehow, she
twisted between wanting to fuck and wanting not to. It was as if she
were fighting within herself. She would have to be forced, I realized.
She’d taken out her angst on my poor nipple, which I now held
possessively in my hands after having it examined by Katy. Katy went
behind me and picked up my kimono from the floor. She folded it. She
went and laid it over her kimono on the sawhorse.
Katy turned and gazed at Jennifer. The girl had retreated to
the base of the stairs and looked as if she might run up them. She held
her sheer blouse closely about her. But her hips wriggled beneath it,
as if she needed to use the bathroom. She didn’t. She needed to be
loved, to have Dick lodge his big banana within her cunny. She
hesitated to join us, but at the same time she did not run up the stairs
and try to flee either.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
A Place in the Sun, by David Hamilton, $39.95. Hardcover. Many color
pages. Web: http://www.barnesandnoble.com
Review: Let me tell you what it’s like to be an American. I
have about a billion porno magazines. What I don’t have is a
girlfriend. So, this month, I told myself, “Look, Joe, no more porn.”
I knew I’d want to buy the Playboy Newsstand Specials at the end of
March but, other than that, I figured the last thing I needed was more
pictures of girls.
What I really knew I didn’t need was those photo-books of young
girls that everyone’s talking about. You know, Jock Sturges’ Radiant
Identities and David Hamilton’s The Age of Innocence, available from
Barnes and Noble. I knew those, being books, and sold in the Art and
Photography section of a bookstore, would be quite expensive.
So, I have my plan. I’m all set. I’ll buy Playboy, and that’s
it.
Then, I picked up TIME magazine. There’s an article in this
week’s TIME by its resident prude, Bruce Handy. He calls Sturges’ and
Hamilton’s books “beyond the pale.” The article really pissed me off.
It also scared me. I told myself, “Joe, if you ever want to go look at
those books, now’s the time!”
Today I went to Barnes and Noble. Guess what? Both books were
sold out. However, you can special order them. In fact, the Hamilton
book is selling so well that it qualifies for Barnes and Nobles’
standard ten percent off for bestselling books. (I didn’t ask about the
Sturges book. It’s obvious from the article in TIME that it’s
Hamilton’s book that really stirred up the blood of Bruce Handy.)
Now here comes the really interesting part: In searching for
the book by Hamilton, I found an earlier book by him. It’s titled, “A
Place in the Sun.” Believe it or not, I bumped into this book last
December. Guess what? Last December, after looking it over, I decided
not to buy it. I forgot about it.
Now, I own it. It’s a lovely book. It features teenage girls
in the nude, in a tropical setting. It also has pictures of storms, old
wooden huts, and other (non-girl) pictures in it. I didn’t really want
to spend $39.95 for this book. I would much rather have saved my money,
or used it to buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and magazines like that.
However, after long thought and consideration, I finally went ahead and
bought it.
Having bought a book with nude girls in it that I didn’t
actually find arousing, guess what I did next? I went to Tower Books.
I bought REAL porno magazines, that I could jack off to.
I now own seven new ‘real’ porno magazines, the Sports
Illustrated swimsuit issue, and one ‘kiddie porn’ book by David
Hamilton. All because Mr. Handy (nice name) decided to write his
fucking article in TIME. I still don’t have a girlfriend.
You may want to go to Barnes and Noble and have a look at David
Hamilton’s ‘A Place in the Sun.’ It’s nothing but a pleasant book of
‘bathing beauties’ but, if you’re 13, you may be eager to see what girls
similar in age to yourself look like. Also, there are other books at
Barnes and Noble. I know when I was 13, any book in any way that was
remotely connected to nude humans or sex was of great interest to me.
Here, then, is holy joe’s patented way for boys to look at
books at Barnes and Noble:
1. Find the Art and Photography section.
2. Find the book you want and take it off the shelf.
3. Immediately proceed to another part of the bookstore.
4. Place the book you want to view up on a shelf. Put it up
high. Make it quite obvious to anyone who passes by that you are
viewing this book. (Don’t worry about people seeing the cover of the
book. If you stand the book up on a shelf, and open it flat (standing
up) the books on the shelf behind it will block the cover.)
5. Find the introduction in the front of the book. Put your
thumb there.
6. Ogle the girls in the book.
7. When someone passes by, quickly flip over to the
introduction (where your thumb is).
8. When the person has left, flip back to the girls you were
ogling.
By using my patented viewing method, you can spend many hours
at Barnes and Noble looking at photos of naked girls, without any
embarrassment.
Now, you may say, “I’m not interested in photos. I want to
read a small paperback book. You know, a paperback book that has sex in
it!”
Simple dimple. Here’s my holy joe method for doing that:
1. Find the sex paperback you want to read.
2. Proceed immediately to another part of the bookstore.
3. Pick up a boring paperback. Put it in your hand, in front
of the sex paperback.
4. Read the sex paperback. Anyone who passes by will think
you’re reading about, say, mathematics, but you’ll really be reading
about sex!
What if you want to look at, say, a porno magazine? (That has
dirty ads for phone sex on its back cover?)
1. Pick up the sex magazine.
2. Pick up TIME.
3. Put the sex magazine inside TIME.
4. You can now look at the sex magazine, but everyone else
will think you’re reading TIME. (If TIME is too small to cover the sex
magazine, grab a bigger magazine, like Scientific American.)
It is also important to note this: If you are reading a sex
paperback, sometimes the back of the book has a sexy back cover. You
will need to angle your body in toward the book rack so that it blocks
the back cover of the sex paperback. Or, alternatively, grab two boring
books, and put the sex paperback in between them.
(Oh yes. If you get an erection in your pants, bend one of
your knees. This won’t ease the pain of your erection, but it tends to
loosen the crotch of your pants, so that your erection is less visible.)
Well, Mr. Handy! You sure have proven to be a handy fellow.
(In more ways than one!) You will take note, I hope, of the presence of
the Internet. Even if you manage to get Sturges and Hamilton’s books
banned from Barnes and Noble, what are you going to do about people who
put the pictures in those books up on the Internet? From, say, Mexico
or Denmark, where United States law doesn’t apply?
Fortunately, regardless of the fate of the Sturges and Hamilton
books, there’s still Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! A global publication,
every issue of which is already swamping the Internet and is, besides
that, totally free!
Sports Illustrated, Winter 1998, $5.95. Web:
http://www.swimsuit.cnnsi.com
Review: What a great cover! And a great concept too: “Heidi
Klum Straddles the Equator.” (While nearly baring her bosoms!)
Inside, things aren’t so hot. Many of the models look like
boring housewives. However, a picture which I did think fairly good was
of Rebecca Romijn, on page 68. She’s squatting down, as if to take a
dump!
Then, there’s a real treat, on page 60. It’s of Lae tit ia
Casta. God, what a girl-- and what a swimsuit! This luscious brunette
was photographed at an icy ski resort. But she just can’t tolerate
being without her bikini! So she lined it with fur, and is the only
bikini-babe in Vail. Drool over her as she contemplates hitting the
slopes in her snuggly swimsuit. Or is she glancing down at her friends
in a hot tub, and contemplating ditching her swimsuit and joining them?
Only your imagination knows for sure!
AND IN THE END...
“Half-formed breasts are bared, fingers are coyly sucked,
panties pulled at, genitalia caught artfully winking out of bathing
suits.”
- Bruce Handy, salivating in TIME, March 16, 1998, pg. 56.
(Could you please write some sex stories, Mr. Handy? You’re
pretty good! -h.j.)
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