Message-ID: <3204eli$9708211112@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 285 Pussy Playland (nnd) g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33FB91BF.36F2@mail.idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Despite dumb ideas, despite low poll numbers, despite the world being more than 50 percent women, newt gingrich is still here! and me too Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL Issue No. 285 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Pussy Playland Chapter One “Let’s pee now, gentlemen, so we don’t have to interrupt things later,” she announced. Tabitha went up to Stuart and presented the bowl to his penis. Quickly, as if shucking off his shorts in a men’s locker room, Stuart pulled down his Speedos and stepped out of them. He tossed them aside and I gazed at them lying on the rug. They looked so small and compact. How could they have possibly held his giant prick? It was at least ten inches, all covered with cream, and he thrust it into the waiting bowl and began to pee. How silly it looked to see pee spurting out of a dick all slathered with Redi-Whip! He glanced over at me expectantly as he peed. Dutifully I untied my bikini panties and took them off. I folded them properly and lay them on the corner of the nightstand, where the condoms and ointments waited. Without even realizing it, watching Stuart as he peed, gazing at his flexing ass cheeks, I delicately put a fingertip to my clitty and began twiddling it. Beth, equally impassioned, put a finger to her spot without even taking her panties off. When Stuart was done peeing Tabitha took his offering into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and emptied it in the toilet. Stuart watched her walk out and stood, waiting like a schoolboy, for her return. When she did come back it was to interrupt Alex, who stood exchanging kisses with Francis, and ask him for his donation. Alex peed lustily into the bowl as Beth and I watched, preparing ourselves for their seed by rubbing our cunnies. Francis pulled Alex’s swimsuit down off his bottom and gave his buns a hearty slap. He hollared at the sting and pushed his cock more boldly into the bowl, trying to pee even faster so he could get back to her. “Thank you,” Tabitha smiled when he was done. She took his pee to the restroom. This time, when she came back, it was with a glass of clear water. In her hand she held two tablets. “Beth, get your panties off!” Tabitha scolded my friend. Sheepishly she stopped playing with herself and drew down her undies. She stepped out of them, twirled them a moment on her finger, and then, not thinking to be neat, simply tossed them onto the rug near Alex’s briefs. “Go and have Kelly get acquainted with your pussy,” Tabitha told her. “Kelly, lick your friend Beth clean. I want to get started and everyone’s too messy for my tastes.” She walked up to Stuart and presented the water to his dick. She dropped two tablets of Alka-Seltzer into the glass and they immediately began fizzing. “Here’s a little bath time fun for your penis,” she told him. Happily, awed by her creativity, Stuart put his long penis into her cup. Only half of his dong could fit inside. I watched through the glass as his penis was engulfed by the little fizzing bubbles. “Whoa, this feels cool!” Stuart remarked. Meanwhile Beth presented her creamy bush to me. Lifting my fingers I put them to her waist and drew her closer to me. I parted my legs so I could pull her right up to my mouth. Watching Stuart out of one eye, I began to lick Kelly’s bush clean. Imagine! If you’d asked me two hours earlier if I’d ever lick another girl’s bush, I’d have told you, ‘not in a million years!’ Yet, in this elegant bedroom, with the fish and the waiting bowl of condoms and the two men who were marvelously hard, I did not even give it a second thought. I simply put my tongue into her creamy bush and began licking. Beth, feeling a little sexy, arched her hips forward and caressed my long hair as I tickled her with my tongue. I stopped after a few minutes of attentive licking and looked up at her. “Does it feel good?” I asked her. “Lower,” she replied. “Lower.” She pushed her hips into my face even more boldly. I licked down under her, where her private lay, and she gasped as I found her spot. By now Stuart had a partly clean dick, at least, the important part where his cockhead loomed. Tabitha scraped the remaining cream on his cock shaft, where it buried into his body, off with her fingers. Then she went to the bathroom again, rinsed her fingers, and filled up a new glass. She returned and interrupted Alex and Francis again to let Alex wash his dick off. Francis encouraged him to get it very clean by kneeling down and licking at the base of his shaft while Francis gave his cockhead portion the Alka-Seltzer treatment. Alex shouted at the feeling of all those naughty little bubbles fizzing around his dick. Meanwhile the fishes swam and stared, swam and stared, not knowing what to think of these monkeys who played at sex instead of simply fucking. When I had Beth quite clean she knelt down between my opened thighs and licked me. Soon we both had pubic thatches that were as natural and free of cream as any in town. We were wet, but we’d been wet since we’d first arrived and seen all the handsome men at the party. We stood up and, holding hands, walked over to Tabitha. Although she had lost her top and modest little skirt in the yard, she still had her panties on. Laughingly we all attacked her and pulled off her panties and Beth and I knelt down and quickly licked away the cream that someone had squirted into her bush. When we stood up she stared at us with glowing eyes. We all let our hands pass round to each other and fondle each other’s bodies. We didn’t bother with arms or bellies or legs but went straight for the important parts. Pussies, bottoms, tits, and the penises and balls of the men. We let our fingers explore each other as much as we could standing up. In a few minutes I guessed we’d be on the bed and get to know each other even more intimately but, just now, we were enjoying the freedom of our nudity and the casualness of our touching. Except for the bon bons stuffed in my bottom it was a beautiful experience. Everyone took their turn playing with my tasseled nipple clamps. I felt special, despite the painfully snug pressure of the clamps. Every movement of my body, every teasing touch of my friends’ fingers upon my tits, made my breasts respond by shaking my little clamps with their bells. Stuart tried to get my tits to play jingle bells for us. It worked pretty well. We girls played with their balls and tried to get the men to play jingle bells too, with their genitals. I didn’t work, of course, but it did make the men ever closer to cumming. “Boys, you’ll be required to do a lot tonight and I don’t want any homophobia holding you back,” Tabitha told our male guests. She took Alex’s hand and made him touch and hold Stuart’s big penis. Beth and I and Francis laughed. Stuart was made to stroke Alex’s member. “Very good,” Tabitha said at last. “Now I want you two to experience something else.” She ordered us all onto the bed. She opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out some breath spray and settled in amongst us. We sat cross-legged on the cool fresh sheets of her bed, letting our privates show to each other, admiring what everyone had. Tabitha showed us the Binaca breath spray. “It’s Spearmint, my favorite flavor,” she told us. “Sugar free, of course. We wouldn’t want any unnecessary cavities!” She laughed. Her tits jiggled like big mounds of vanilla pudding, firm but deliciously ample and free. She bit her lip and shook the breath spray a moment and then sprayed it on her own tit. Then on her other tit. She waited for the feeling of the spray to engulf her. She swooned as the full impact of it hit. Then, still reeling under the effects of it, she turned the spray on Stuart’s big cock. Not knowing how it felt (indeed I myself didn’t at that point) he let her coat his entire member with it. She was just finishing up at his pee hole when Stuart announced, “Wow! It feels nice and warm!” Then, a moment later, the intense stinging set in. “Yikes! It burns!” Stuart groans. “It really burns!” “Of course, dear, I always mix pain and pleasure. It’s more exciting that way,” Tabitha answered him. She was still teething on her own lower lip from the sting in her bosoms. Alex, knowing now what he was in for, nonetheless bravely stuck out his penis and let Tabitha squirt it with breath spray. “I thought this was for your mouth,” Alex grumbled. Tabitha lifted up the spray and shot a squirt of it right into Alex’s open mouth. “It is,” she answered. “Yuck! You just were spraying that all over Stuart’s fucking cock!” Alex said. “I’ll make you suck his cock if you don’t do just as I tell you to,” Tabitha answered. “This is, after all, my bedroom.” “You sound like you’re 12-years-old,” Alex groused. “Hey! This stuff really stings!” he yelped. She had begun spraying his penis again. He tried to flex it backwards but she grabbed hold of it with her long-nailed fingers and made him keep it sticking right out. “Give it to me, baby,” Tabitha smiled, as if playing with a swaddling babe. She sprayed him all over his cock and even squirted some on his balls for good measure. Then, turning to Beth, she insisted on giving her nipples the same treatment. Then she lowered her hand, as Beth howled at the first effects of the stinging, and shot some Binaca right onto Beth’s clitty, parting the folds of her cunt with her fingers to make sure she found her spot. “Oh, no, not me!” Francis protested. “Why, I thought you French girls knew all these tricks!” Tabitha said to our French guests. Alex held her by her frail shoulders and made her take the treatment just like the rest of us had. Then, skipping my nipples which were imprisoned in the insidious clamps, Tabitha went directly to the folds of my cunt and opened them and found my sweet spot and made me take the spray. We all sat moaning for a few minutes. Our most private, precious places were on fire! At first a wonderful warmth set in and then the stinging came, making us all want to frig ourselves, but we were made to just ride it out, not touching ourselves. Tabitha gave us each another treatment when the effects of the first one had faded. “Well, you were all very brave,” she said when we’d ridden out a second round of torture. She leaned back, tossed the Binaca back into the nightstand drawer, and took out a tube of lotion. “This tastes like strawberry, but its clear in color,” Tabitha told us. “It won’t hurt a bit. I promise. It will make you all better.” She squirted some of the soothing lotion on Stuart’s cock and he thankfully received it. He reported that it made him feel cool without setting his member on fire. Each of us eagerly took our turn then. She let us rub the lotion into our skin once she’d squirted it on us. “Mmm, nice,” I said. I fingered myself. “I have to pee. What about you?” Tabitha asked me. “Okay,” I answered. She got up and went to the bathroom and I heard her rinse out the porcelain bowl she’d used to relieve Stuart and Alex with. “I can just use the potty,” I offered, as I watched her carry the bowl out to the bed. Her large breasts swung temptingly with her every step. I wanted, frankly, to meet Stuart’s member and help him find a place to put all that sperm that was making his balls bulge. “No, use the bowl,” Tabitha told me. “It’s more fun for the men that way. Come, get down off the bed and squat over it.” COMMENTARY by holy joe Being an Internet celebrity does have its ups and downs. First, I get all this e-mail from girls begging to go out with me. So, I take them out. But afterwards, they complain about me! I mean, think of that! I’m courteous, and fit them into my busy night life, and then they have the audacity to air their complaints on the Internet. I’ve decided to take a few of the minor complaints and print them and give myself a little space to rebut them. I think it’s only fair, given that all this will probably be in the Enquirer by next Monday. (As for those ‘You got me pregnant’ and ‘You gave me AIDS’ complaints, well, what do you expect from a guy who lives in the Tenderloin (but isn’t gay)? Anyway, I’m not disputing the truth of these allegations. I just think a little explaining is in order, that’s all. (Then I won’t have to be interrupted in my masturbating by calls from the Enquirer. They can just read this on the Net. Smart, eh?) “He asked to use my bathroom and had diarrhea.” hj replies: Honey, if you knew how many cans I had to collect to take you out you’d understand why I was so hungry, and needed to eat five bags of Chili-flavored Fritos while we were on our date. I mean, sure, maybe if I’d skipped the onion-flavored Jalapeno sauce, I wouldn’t have had that little bowel problem. But think of it this way: if we got married, don’t you think I’d have diarrhea sometimes? I need to know if you can clean up after me. (You don’t expect a man to clean a bathroom, do you?) Anyway, I think you should be proud of the fact that I found a Sci-Fi convention showing all the classic episodes of “Lost in Space.” Complaining about what I was eating while we sat watching them is just being picky and unappreciative. And complaining about my bathroom habits -- would you complain about Elvis’s bathroom habits? I doubt it. “He told me I’d look cuter if I put a pacifier in my mouth.” h.j. replies: It was just a thought, honey. I didn’t mean anything by it. (But you would look cuter.) (and you’d talk less too.) “This was how he greeted me: ‘hi, you look great. Listen, this’ll have to be quick, so why don’t we just get down to the sex part? It’s the most fun, anyway. Trust me on this.” h.j. replies: Most 12-year-olds have had sex already. That’s just a simple fact. I’m sorry if I offended you. And, okay, when you rejected me, I did go stand at Tower the rest of the night ‘browsing’ their porno magazines, but reading IS pretty important, right? What would your parents rather have you doing, wasting your time eating and dancing, or reading? The more you read, the more you know. (And maybe if you’d read some of those porno magazines with me, you’d KNOW sex is fun and not be offended when I offer to do it with you.) “I had to call the police 10 minutes after our date started.” h.j. replies: Okay, I admit, pulling down your panties on the subway was a little extreme, given all the people standing around. My mistake. I saw a movie once where, admittedly, in a darkened subway car, with just the two lovers in it, the man yanked down the woman’s panties. So, I thought, ‘This will be a good romantic move.’ The fact that there were other people in the car sort of eluded me. You have a really cute ass. Maybe if your ass wasn’t so cute, then I wouldn’t have pulled down your panties. See? It IS your fault, after all. “He told me if I didn’t have sex with him, he’d kill me.” h.j. replies: Complain, complain. I was just trying to make you feel, you know, hot. Like a Latin lover would. What I meant to say was, “If you don’t have sex with me, I’ll kill myself.” See? I simply got the “you” mixed up with the word “me”. A simple grammatical error. (And no, you weren’t “saved” by the fact that two police women happened to overhear me.) Well, I hope this has served to demonstrate that I actually am a great guy to go out with. Don’t worry, I always bring a whole box of condoms along, so there’s no chance (anymore) that you’ll get pregnant dating holy joe. And I’ve even taken to wearing a coat, which I’ll throw down whenever we have to cross over a puddle in the street. (Of course I expect you to take your top off when I have to cross over a puddle, okay?) Yes, ladies (and girls). A date with holy joe is practically a guaranteed success! I’ve switched to cheese doodles instead of chili-flavored fritos. And I promise to have a few bags of Twinkies, too, to keep my energy level up, just in case you need me to have lots of energy at four in the morning. (You know, making sure you get tucked into bed properly after we’re through watching “Lost in Space” reruns). Remember, girls! I am a celebrity. Sure, you like watching Barney on T.V. But don’t you think it would be rather silly going out with a purple dinosaur? And, trust me, Oscar the Grouch is not real. He’s just a puppet on strings. But with holy joe, you get a real live person. In the flesh! AND IN THE END... THE FEMINIST 90’s MAN and what he reads “Women want a slowly unfolding story strong on feelings, psychological insight, humanity and love. Men want a fast-moving story with occasional blasts of uncomplicated sex without foreplay. They also want tons and tons of information. Indeed it is hard to find a ... book for men that is not partly a self-help manual: how to manufacture a bomb, get from Peru to Shanghai by the most efficient route, launder ill-gotten gains, take brilliant photographs, chop up a body or pull a curvaceous babe.” - The Economist, July 19, 1997, pg. 16. (But what about co-parenting and housework? - h.j.) -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Free e-mail subscriptions: No longer available due to mailbombing of my Internet account(s) by right-wing Christians. -Currently I am: roller39@mail.idt.net -formerly I was andrewroller@sprintmail.com, roller66@inreach.com, roller666@aol.com Read my complete works under these names by going to: http://www.excite.com (Click on ‘newsgroups’ and search under my various former screen names). 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