Message-ID: <6812eli$9712291117@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 323 Nudie Nursery (nnd) g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET 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: <34A58371.2825@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- holy joe’s THOUGHT FOR THE DAY “Why do wealthy Koreans need a ‘bail out’ but not inner-city black kids?” Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: Crab the dog Issue No. 323 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Nudie Nursery Chapter Four Missy was taken down from the chair. Jasmine had pumped her ass and spanked her bottom. Nothing else was required of her for now. Brusquely she was shunted aside, and they came for me. “Ohhhh! I hurt very much!” Missy bawled. She stood bereft. The ladies ignored her. Tensing her thighs together, she suddenly peed on the carpet. “Missy! Bad girl!” Jasmine declared. She slapped Missy’s face. “Go stand in the corner, you naughty girl!” Crying, Missy was led by Leslie into a corner of the room. Leslie drew the girl along with a finger crooked into her lovely pearl choker, using it as a collar. Leslie faced Missy into the corner and let her stand there, hollaring over the state of her bottom, her breasts thrust forward, her wrists pinned high behind her, the cheeks of her ass clenched and churning and shaking, red as beets. “Do you have to pee?” Jasmine asked me. I stood before the chair, ready to mount. The seat dipped slightly where Missy’s feet had weighed upon it. “Pretty much,” I replied. I was truthful. There was no denying myself to Jasmine. My body was bare and she could see all my tensings. “Drink more,” Jasmine urged. Leslie fetched the teapot and I was served another cup. “I’ll pee on your carpet,” I protested, but Jasmine poured the tea through my lips and I was forced to swallow it, lest it be spilt. “Now up on the chair, dear,” Jasmine said. She cupped the cheeks of my bottom and urged me up upon it. The big cushioned seat sighed. My toes squirmed on its leather. Some of the whipped cream and honey on Missy had dripped to the surface of the seat and it was slick there. “Mmmm, nice,” Kerri said, grasping my tits and squeezing them. “God, what a great ass!” Leslie remarked. I was on display now, presenting my white bottom. I drew in my cheeks and they whistled at me. I felt like a treasure put up for auction. Except the crowd was nothing but vandals. “She’ll feel delicious when we’ve warmed her up,” Jasmine said. She palmed my cheeks. “I’m going to toast these lovely bottoms of yours, Kelly!” she said to me. Her voice was happy. I tried to draw myself away from her and she laughed. “You won’t be so modest when I’ve switched you up,” she told me. Kerri fingered my dell. “Don’t hesitate to pee,” she whispered to me. “The last one is always permitted to pee in the chair. Go on my hand when you do it!” I blanched. I had to pee, but now that she’d asked me to go on her I felt a sudden recalcitrance. Like when you’re a small girl and you decide to pee in the pool, and then suddenly can’t because you’re wearing your swimsuit. You agree with yourself to go, secretly, so you don’t have to quit playing. But your bladder just won’t let go. Kerri saw my recalcitrance and tickled my nest. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” she confided. “Just think of yourself in a waterfall, then you’ll pee. Do it on my hand and I’ll make them stop whipping you! I promise!” Her eyes glowed at me. She bent and kissed my tummy. “You are so sweet,” she said. “I hate to see you marked but it won’t hurt too much, I hope. We can sleep together afterward.” Jasmine, meanwhile, had fetched ointment and was polishing up her leather riding crop. She wanted it to sting as much as it could, she said. While she prepared her implement Leslie went to Brent and checked on the condition of his cock. “Soon we’ll begin with you, sir,” she said very meekly to him, but under her meekness I sensed the attitude of a lioness. She was hungry for his cock and, worse, she was hungry to do awful things to it and see his reaction. Brent was so hard by now he’d wisely ceased pleasuring himself. He was on a hair trigger, ready to cum. He drew back from Leslie’s seeking hands but she would not be denied. She grasped his organ and gave it a quick inspection. They had not met before today. They did not even know each other’s last names. “You’re one of the biggest males I’ve seen,” Leslie said frankly. She handled his balls and yanked his cock up toward his stomach. “Is the underside of the penis the most sensitive part?” she asked. “Don’t you know?” Brent replied. “I like women, mostly,” Leslie answered. “But if a man is big enough I suppose I can get interested. I like the challenge of a big cock, you know? Sometimes its hard to get it in me, I fuck so little with men.” She kissed the underside of my lover’s penis. “Yes, I see how you flinch,” she said. “You shouldn’t have rubbed yourself so much, sir. Now you’re on the brink, and I’m not even ready yet. We’ll start your punishment here, I think, where you’re most sensitive. Have you ever had it put in a vise?” “A vise?” Brent gasped. “Yes, a vise, darling. I heard you were coming so I borrowed one this morning from my friend. She runs a carpentry store. I have it in my purse. I’ll set it up on the lamp table and we can put you in it so you’ll behave and not cause any trouble.” She gazed at his body. “Such big muscles! They look like they’ll rip right out of your tux! Please undress now, we’ll be ready soon. I wouldn’t want your tux stained or anything. Ohhh! You’re dripping! Don’t drip pre-cum on my hand, sir! I’m a lesbian, remember? You’ll have to receive extra punishments for that, you naughty boy!” She shook his cock, like she was shaking a hand, then turned and left. As she walked away from him she purposely waggled her ass. “Remember darling, no fucking. We’re lesbians! When we’re through with you you can dispose of your seed in Missy or Kelly.” Brent was beside himself. I knew he was not the least bit interested in having his penis punished, yet he tore off his tux like a madman. Girls were easy for him. Missy, myself. But these lesbians, promising to do awful things to his cock, were another matter entirely. Like a schoolboy asked to pork the teacher after class he undressed himself and then followed Leslie over to where she stood by the lamp table. Leslie had begun emptying her purse onto the lamp table. She looked up at Brent as if he was new in the room, a new arrival and she some kind of customs official. “That side,” she said, pointing to the side of the lamp table opposite her. “Jasmine’s decided she wants you punished at the same time as Kelly, so you and she can watch each other. You’ll be bonded after this, hmmm? Partners in love, desire, and pain. It will be like birthing children together.” Brent, mesmerized, presented his big organ and waited. He watched as Leslie set up a vise on the table top. Jasmine, meanwhile, finished polishing up the crop and laid it across the cheeks of my bottom. It felt smooth. I knew it would impart an entirely different feeling in just a few moments. “Can you see your lover okay?” Jasmine asked me. I nodded. Brent was standing beside me, I on the seat and he on the floor, I offering my bottom and he his penis. “Watch him as I whip you,” Jasmine said. “You’ll see his face show every emotion as we deal with his penis.” “Please don’t hurt him!” I blurted. “He’ll be fine, darling. Just a little sore,” Jasmine smiled. “And now for you, sweet. Call for the first stroke. You’re a big girl.” My wrists had been attached to the back of my pearl choker by the ever-helpful Kerri. My breasts offered themselves. My bottom bulbed behind me, white-fleshed, inviting. I felt as if I were nothing but bosom and bottom, with my shaky knees holding it all up. My tummy felt queasy. I heard myself swallow. “One,” I said quietly. “What?” Jasmine asked. “Please, um, spank my bottom...” I said, softly as I could. “Well, I don’t expect you to yell, but I don’t expect you to talk like a little mouse either,” Jasmine scolded. “Say it loud enough for everyone to hear.” “Please spank my bottom!” I blurted. “I have a crop,” she teased. “Please crop my bottom,” I said. “You mean you want me to hurt this precious soft pumpkin of yours?” she asked. She made me flinch as she touched a finger to my heinie. “Yessss,” I hissed. I stuck my bottom back at her, mooning her with it, I was so tense and nervous and awkward. If it must be, then do it, for God’s sake! And she did. Jasmine drew her arm back and delivered a royal stroke, whipping the crop into my hinds so hard I nearly toppled over the chairback. I howled. I felt tears spring instantly to my eyes. I was off to a difficult start, but at least it had begun. The tenseness had burst and I heard myself screaming. WHACK! Another blow caught me just as I regained my balance. Kerri, who’d pushed me upright, using my bosoms like they were handles, almost fell down. I keened out a howling moan. Behind me my bottom felt like I’d been stung by a line of wasps. It felt tight and hot and I squeezed it inward, hoping to throw off the pain. Jasmine rewarded me with another blow. It left a sizzling strip of fire in its wake and I shook my ass all about, disorderly and lewd. My chubby cheeks were awash in pain. It burned in hot lines across me and I thought I would evaporate through my asshole. In my clenchings, sobbing and howling, I glanced to my right and saw my lover being fitted into a vise. Carefully, with tender hands, Leslie put Brent’s organ into a big iron jaw. It held him at the base of his cock, trapping him against the table. Slowly Leslie closed the vise on his dick. When he seemed unable to escape she looked up at him with her big doe-like eyes. “Struggle, try to escape,” she urged. Brent, caught by only his dick, tried to pull it from the vise. She’d cuffed his wrists behind him and he quickly found that he’d indeed gotten himself into a jam. “I’m-- I’ve never been like this before,” my lover gasped. He looked down at his huge organ. It was snug in the vise and the iron jaws would not let go. “Good,” Leslie observed. She tickled the underside of his cockhead with her fingertips. “Now we can have a little discussion about feminism, sir.” Jasmine delivered my blows with plenty of time between strokes for me to recover. She wanted me to be able to watch my lover and see his defilement. After all, he had chosen to have me whipped with the crop. I felt like I was part of some kind of bizarre marriage, where the partners were joined by mutual suffering. Yet, with Kerri tickling my dell and Leslie pleasuring Brent’s penis, it was not all pain. It was a mixture, and between my sobs I wondered if marriages, if done in this way, would last longer than church-made ones. Leslie began Brent’s torment by producing a thermometer. She told him she would take his temperature by poking it in his peehole. But first, she wished to stuff as much of him down her throat as she possibly could. “This is an excellent way to train, don’t you think?” she asked Brent. “I mean, usually the man just rams it in. How can a girl learn that way? Here, with you so nicely trapped, I can take my time. I’m new at this so it may take awhile.” She bent and began by suckling just his cockhead. Then she worked more of him into her as she was ready. Bent over, her bottom made a marvelous target. Jasmine turned from me a moment and whacked her friend. “Yeeeeow!” Leslie cried. She lurched upright and clapped her hands to her bottom. It had been a real stinger, and she hooted at the ceiling, finally gasping and just holding her cheeks a while, massaging herself. Brent, meanwhile, wet with her saliva, could only wait for her to comfort herself. “Er, I have to pee,” Brent said. “Ummmm, guess you’ll have to wait,” Leslie told him. “You’re the one who ordered red bottoms for us all.” She broke open a condom and slipped the end of it over his cockhead. “There, that should keep you from peeing,” she said. Then she went to check on Missy. The girl still stood in the corner, sobbing quietly. Her head was hung down and I imagined her bosoms must be wet with her tears. “Are you thinking about behaving?” Leslie asked Missy. “Go ‘way! You’re mean!” Missy sobbed. “Well, you’re a cocksucker!” Leslie replied. Missy’s chin rose. She sniffled. “A cocksucker?” she asked. “Yes, darling, you’re a cocksucker and I want you to come over and suck Brent’s cock right now!” Leslie told her. “Ohhh, goody! Can I bite it too?” Missy asked. “He’s the one who ordered me spanked, isn’t he?” “Yes, darling,” Leslie replied. She untied Missy’s wrists. “We girls would never do awful things to each other unless these evil men made us.” “Hi! I have no bio and no computer! Yes I know, someone shoot me please,” writes Nichole Grabe. Mad Hatter by Nichole Grabe He got a new pair of shoes with an inside of glass, So he could break in his future painfully And in that way let go of the past in less time. Sitting at a mass grave of a dining hall he sighed, And wondered why the tea party ended Why the teamouse died and his cohorts disbanded. He ate stale scones to pass the moldy, long days, So again the shoes would expand and begin to feel real, With the deep, scaring bites of finished relationships. The Mad Hatter has a crook in his nimble hands, And sits and tells silly tales to the air that seem myth, Now, person fragments now, you are invited to sit in. He tells you to get new shoes for he does too, And a lovely, plumed hat for your unstable head, So that from upper, from lower the ideas will sink in. Until all the time in the world has adjusted to you, Then we can walk with ease He says that is the best way, the way of nature, to forget. But forward forget no one, that is the way to be born, The clouds are waves again, see them in the sky, And if you can see the stars are out at noon all is done. He lets go of your hand, gives you the prettiest rose and Loves-you-not. He leaves on a horse made of silk, And cheese, blood, left of the once feet. Dirt was seen in a rainbow today, the shoes you have are Worn in. You knew the day was coming, you know it should Be madness, but the shoes are there and do not hurt at all. (I have no idea what that poem was about. But it’s nice to get poems from girls. -h.j.) AND IN THE END... The Power of Little Girls “Asked what she thought of the Spice Girls, [Kim Gordon] said, ‘I think they’re totally ridiculous. ... They’re masquerading as little girls. It’s repulsive.’” Nonetheless... “World domination took mere months. Nelson Mandela said meeting them was ‘one of the greatest moments of my life.’ Prince Charles recently quipped that he might consider taking over as their manager.” - Newsweek, December 29, 1997, pg. 90, on the Spice Girls. ( I want to meet Baby Spice. - h.j.) -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Back issues (and stories): type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Click on “Quick Search”, then type in: roller39@idt.net Press your “return” key. Scroll to the very bottom of the page that appears. Change “Standard” to “Complete” roller39@idt.net is already typed into the window. Click in the window behind the “t” in “.net” Press your “return” key. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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