Message-ID: <3308eli$9708241046@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 289 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: <33FF664F.40DF@mail.idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Summer Vacation Advice from O U R T R U S T W O R T H Y A L L I E S “A delightful way of spending an afternoon in Oxford or Cambridge is gliding down the river in a flat-bottomed boat called a Yerinal. This practice is known as ‘cottaging’. Some places rent such craft by the hour, so if you’d like a go simply tell a policeman you’d like to know where the public Yerinals are because you’d like to do some cottaging. He may even offer to accompany you to the (boat) station. “[ Dining in Great Britain is as convenient as in America, perhaps more so! ] When the bill comes it will show a suggested amount. Pay what you think is fair, unless you plan to dine there again in which case you should tell the waiter ‘I am doing a runner,’ and simply walk out. He will understand that he should ‘run’ a tab for you from now on.” - Mayfair, Volume 32, Number 6, (back page). Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL Issue No. 289 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Pussy Playland Chapter Two Tabitha’s lips lapped at my cunt. I bucked up at her. She shoved her twat down on my mouth and begged me from some muffled, far away place to lick her like crazy. I smelled her womanly scent. I knew she could smell me. There was a sprinkling of her on my tongue. At the same time I felt myself offer up a potion of my own. We nuzzled, we licked, we ate. Within minutes the two of us were thrashing on the sheet as we fed within each other’s pussies like starving Somalis. Above us the men stood, waiting, watching. I knew they must be enthralled by our performance because Frank seemed to grow even bigger before my eyes. His poor condom actually rose back up his shaft, partway, as his thing within grew to greater proportions. I reached up and fingered Tabitha’s a-hole. Frank bent low and put the nozzle of the bottle of lubricant to her hiney. He squirted. I helpfully rubbed the squirtings around. I know Tabby could feel me because she vengefully dug even deeper into me with her tongue. I screamed. I gasped and screamed again. In retaliation I begged from her muff for more lubricant. Frank complied, happily, squirting her a-hole some more. With my fingertips I pushed the lubricant inside her hole. Tabitha bucked atop my face. I knew she wanted it now. Frank did too. As he presented himself to her I licked ever more feverishly to keep her swooning. She spread her thighs even more widely upon my face and I helpfully pulled back her butt cheeks to make her as open as possible. I watched with big eyes as Frank introduced first his pee hole to her, then his indriving cockhead, and finally, as she screeched at his size, the shaft of his penis, shoving the flange of his head past her sphincter as if he were an executioner. Impaled on him, Tabitha lost her will to fuck my pussy and rubbed her cheek on it instead. My muff became a pillow to her. A place of refuge and consolation. She breathed hard on my clit as Frank drove himself more deeply into her. She bit at the fleecy curls of my muff and grazed on them like a sheep. Frank was massive and remorseless. He did not think of anything but himself. Drawing out only a little to give her relief, he burrowed anew into Tabitha’s hole. She bleated sheeplike, as he found yet unopened depths within her. In and out he moved, each time going deeper, never pulling himself all the way out. Tabitha bounced on my mouth and licked consolingly at my pussy. She wanted him, she loved his largeness, the challenge of it, yet the actual taking of him was proving quite difficult. I kept my tongue working quickly over her clit to give her as much relief as possible. She spent again and again on my cheeks. Meanwhile, the two males who’d followed me to the sheet were finding themselves too excited to wait any longer. I felt their big palms settle onto my thighs. They drew me apart, as if I were just a doll or a piece of furniture that could be moved at will. I felt a blunt object butt rudely against my cunny. Tabby’s face seemed to be moved aside, held, restrained. I tried to close my legs but it was too late. Not even knowing the name of the man who wanted me, not even really seeing his face in the darkness, I suddenly felt his manhood come spearing into me. “Aaaaack!” I shouted. Too late! He forced himself in deeper and I felt as if he might split me in two. I’d not seen his full size. Perhaps he was as big as Frank! My eyes lost their vision a moment as the man at my cunny shoved himself in me. Deeper he went, then deeper still. He’d lubed himself, I realized, and inside my wetness I had only my virgin tightness to stop him. I gripped with my belly, it was not enough. He was wilful and strong and determined. I felt him slide up within me and I gasped into Tabitha’s cunt. She responded by rubbing herself on me. Frank seemed to like seeing me raped and he began pumping Tabitha’s bottom. Soon Tabitha and I were both full and the men had us right where they wanted us. With happy strokes they both began pumping. I felt like a farm animal brought to the barn for inseminating. The males were eager to spurt, to relieve themselves. They fucked with abandon. I licked Tabby to keep her happy even as she licked at me. We cried out amidst our licks. The third male, left out, stood over our tableaux and rubbed himself. As we felt our two suitors come within us he spurted out his own reward. He swung his dick around to make sure we all got some. Sperm fell in my hair and in Tabitha’s lovely locks and even got on the men! They shouted at him to stop, but of course he was too happy to. As soon as he was done he withdrew. He didn’t want to have to face Frank or the other male after sperming them against their will! Many minutes later our course was complete. Kissing each other a final time, Tabitha and I rose up from the sheet. We took to our feet unsteadily. Two girls came up to help us. Our lovers were gone. They’d enjoyed their spending and returned to the fire. I glanced at them. Frank was busily roasting a wienie and the other male, whose name I did not know, was getting himself licked off by a girl. “I think we should go hop in the tub,” Tabby confessed to me. I looked at her. There was sperm all in her hair and down her back and, thanks to Frank, leaking out her bottom. I reached down and touched myself. Cum was seeping out of my pussy and running down my thighs. “Yeah, tub time,” I agreed. We smiled. Hand in hand we went to the bathroom where, to our surprise, we found Beth and Francis. Sunk within a tubfull of bubbles that came up to their boobs, they were playing with a whip. Francis struck Beth’s boob lightly with the strand of leather. “Ouch!” Beth exclaimed. But she did not try to protect her bosoms. They both looked up at us as we entered the bathroom. “Uh, hi! Can we join you?” Tabitha asked. “Sure, if you don’t mind getting your nipples whipped!” Beth replied. Tabitha struck her again, actually hitting her nipple this time, and Beth shouted out a pained cry. “Oh, you two are just being silly!” Tabitha said dismissively. Francis, whose hands were still dry, reached over amidst the towels and bath oils piled on the rim of the tub and picked up a bottle of Aspirin. “No we’re not,” Francis said. “We’re doing some very serious experimenting, aren’t we, Beth?” “Yes,” Beth answered. There were light pink marks on her breasts where the whip had already fallen. Her nipples, despite the warmth of the water, were stiff as nails. “Here, each of you need to take two of these,” Francis said. She emptied four Aspirin into her hand. Reluctantly, wanting a bath, Tabby and I reached down and accepted the Aspirin. Beth took a glass from the side of the tub and turned and filled it under the tub’s faucet. She offered it to us to swallow down our Aspirin. Tabitha took it, popped the Aspirin into her mouth, and swallowed them with some water. Then she gave the glass to me. I was aching all over from being fucked and didn’t mind what the Aspirin was for. I swallowed them down. “Okay, now you may come in!” Francis told us. Tabitha and I took each other’s hand for reassurance and stepped into the tub. We settled down into the bubbles. The water was hot. It felt good. I had to squat down slowly so as not to feel burned. As soon as I’d sat down in the tub and could feel the water lapping beneath my breasts Francis struck them with her whip. “Owwww!” I cried. I looked down at myself. There was a pink mark next to my right nipple. Francis hit my left breast. “Stop!” I begged. “Welcome to the ‘discipline tub,’” Francis said to me with a candid look on her face. She had a snub nose and impish, widely spaced eyes. She looked like a little French elf, sitting there in the bubbles. And a bad elf, at that. I noticed she didn’t have any marks on her boobies at all. I splashed her breasts. I felt like pinching them but I was scared of her whip. It was small, a pony whip, but it hurt. “Hey! Don’t get my titties wet! I’m the domme!” Francis shouted. It was silly of her. She was wet right up to her midsection, completely immersed in the tub right up to her boobs. But they were, except for my splashing, still soft and dry, like melons grown indoors to protect them from the summer heat. They stood out in pale contrast to her brown, suntanned shoulders, which were just as smooth and dry as her breasts. Her hair was piled up atop her head to protect it from the water. “Well, tub domme, you may be in charge, but you’re still in my bath tub,” Tabitha said to Francis. It was true. It was her tub. But I think she admired Francis for her spunk in thinking up such a daring game. “Just a little whipping on the boobs, to see what it feels like,” Francis said with hopeful eyes. “Alright, just a very little bit,” Tabby replied. She was at once rewarded with a crisp flick of the whip right across one of her nipples. “Yeeeowch!” Tabitha yelped. “Relax. This stimulates the nipples and breasts to keep them from getting breast cancer,” Francis said. “You’re just making that up,” Tabitha replied, with an accusing look in her eyes. “I’m taking pre-med. I should know,” Francis said. She hit Tabby on her bosoms again. “Oh, God! I hope you’re not just fooling with me,” Tabitha gasped. Her nipple wiggled reproachfully, struck by the whip. Her breath, deep and tremulous, made her bosoms rise and fall. “And now you,” Francis said to me. HOW TO GET ON IN AMERICA free advice from holy joe It’s been said that the best things in life are free, and I couldn’t agree more. Why pay $5.00 for a guide book when you can just find the answer for free on the Internet? In this month’s issue of Mayfair, a Brit writes to the magazine and asks the following question: “I’m planning on travelling outside the British Isles, specifically, to our former colonies across the Atlantic. How should I comport myself when I arrive there? (I wouldn’t want to start a riot or revolution or anything. You know how touchy those Yanks can be.” Mayfair, of course, responded, one Brit to another. (That’s “Yanks,” guys, not “Wanks.” Just thought you should know that.) And if you paid Mayfair $6.99, you were privileged to read their advice. I don’t believe in seeing pornographers line their pockets with simple advice, when it should be available for nothing. Hence, this column. (Next time print photos on that page, guys. That’s what we Wanks buy your magazine for.) First, it must be understood that not everyone in America is white. America is an immigrant nation. There are many races and nationalities here. So, I figure, in this column, the really important subject I should address is race. Let’s look at a few. Chinese - No doubt, when travelling in America, you’ll want to see a little Kung Fu. (You probably remember that famous American television show of the same name.) The best place to see Kung Fu is in Chinatown, in San Francisco. Find a Kung Fu school (there’s lots of them), and go inside and look for a big guy wearing a black belt. His black belt means he’s very knowledgeable about Kung Fu. Go up to him and say, “Hi, are you a Chink?” (This is Chinese Pidgin for ‘Are you a Great Master’ (in the art of Kung Fu)? He’ll probably be delighted you called him a Chink, and show you a few Kung Fu moves right away, for free! Mexicans - You’ll find a lot of these down in Texas. White people revolted and stole the state from Mexico. Now the Mexicans are stealing it back. Most Mexicans had to swim across the Rio Grande to get to Texas. Either they did, or one of their revered ancestors. Mexicans are like Mormons, in that they have a strong family tradition and like to remember their ancestors, and honor them, unlike the White Folks, who usually stick them in “a home.” So when you see a Mexican, say, “Behold the Wetback!” This will give him wonderful memories of his own past, or of the past of his noble ancestors. He’ll probably invite you to a fiesta or something for honoring his ancestors in that manner. Blacks - Some people worry about walking through Harlem, but really there’s no problem at all if you know how to “comport” yourself. First, there is a theory that Blacks hate the South. Nonsense! Most blacks are FROM the South, and many are starting to migrate back there from the North. So, when in Harlem, first get a boom box. You’ll have to turn it up real loud to fit in. Then, play tapes, like, “I Wish I Was in Dixie,” and other famous Southern tunes. If you need a tape, just call a telephone operator and ask to speak to the KKK. (The Krackerjack Knitting Kollective, but don’t bother mentioning the name to the operator, it’s too long and she’ll just get confused.) The KKK is a bunch of old ladies down South who knit Southern flags, plus they sell tapes too. (Usually their nephew Billie Bob answers the phone, though.) So before you leave Britain, stock up on tapes from the KKK. Also, ask for the Southern Battle Flag. Blacks especially revere this flag because it was carried in the Civil War by its greatest general, Robert E. Lee. Anyway, once you’re properly equipped, set off on your sightseeing tour through Harlem. Whenever you see a black dude, say, “Hi, Nigger!” Some people think this is the “N” word, but that word is “Negro.” The word “Nigger” is a term of endearment between black people and they often use it when talking to one another. By calling them “Nigger,” you’ll be demonstrating that you wish to use the same term of endearment, and they’ll admire your attempt at intimacy. White people - As you know, white people are always very busy in America. They work from dawn to dusk, and getting to all the places they need to go can be very trying. Hence, they honk their horns a lot, to clear the road in front of them, so they can get where they’re going. You can help them unwind by noticing this fact, and greeting them as a “Honkey.” Just say, “Hi, Honkey.” Or, better yet, since white people often curse when they’re busy cutting each other off on the freeway, say, “Fuck You, Honkey.” As long as you’re not in the car next to them, they’ll be delighted to hear you say it, and probably share a laugh with you about how harried their life is. Another way to ingratiate yourself with white people is to smile at their daughters and give them candy. Just walk up to any little girl you see and say to her, “Hi, little girl. Would you like some candy?” Then tell her parent how sweet she looks, and how you’d love to take her picture in the nude. Americans had to tame a big, wild country to create their civilization and they still have a deep respect for all things natural. Asking to photograph a white person’s daughter “in her natural state,” or “in the nude” will bring you the greatest attention from Americans. Indians - (Not from India, but the kind that live on a reservation). This is an easy group. Just walk through an Indian reservation giving “the Tomahawk chop.” This will indicate that you have some familiarity with Indian weaponry and an admiration for their ancient warriors. Indians will be sure to come up to you and share a greeting with you when they see you doing the chop. If you can’t remember their name when they give it to you, just call them “Tonto.” He’s a famous T.V. Indian and they’ll be flattered you think they’re him. Well, this concludes my article. And best of all, you didn’t have to pay a dime for it. I probably mailed it right to you, didn’t I? Enjoy your travels inside America, and if anyone asks you which health plan you carry, just tell them, “I’m a lawyer.” They’re very popular in America, especially in hospitals, where they help patients get money for their injuries. AND IN THE END... Yuppies get their Due YOUR SON THE CHILD MOLESTER “Port Washington, Wisconsin -- A jury convicted an 18-year-old high school senior of the sexual assault of a child after he impregnated his 15-year-old girlfriend. Although he took responsibility as the father, asked the girl to marry him and got a full-time job to support the child, he faces prison and a lifetime branded as a sex offender on state and federal registries.” - Playboy, September 1997, pg. 48. -------------------------- 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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