Message-ID: <6845eli$9712301402@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 325 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: <34A87CFA.17CA@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: Crab the dog Issue No. 325 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Nudie Nursery Chapter Four “Hmmm, it’s kinda smelly back here!” Missy observed, prying apart Brent’s ass with her fingers. “This place definitely needs some breath spray! Take that, you big smelly a-hole! And that! And that!” She squirted Binaca into Brent’s ass. “Yeeoooch! Stop!” Brent pleaded. He flexed his hind cheeks a little, but Missy was so small and her fingers so childish, I think he feared injuring her. Despite the burning heat of the Binaca, he let her probe and shoot inside him. He was a true man. “God, that burns!” Brent gasped. “Well, I suppose maybe Binaca isn’t the best thing for lowering your temperature after all,” Missy mused when she’d finished spraying him. She replaced the Binaca on the table. “Let me see how your temperature is, sir.” Gently she withdrew the thermometer. She lifted it into the air and examined it. “Four hundred and Twenty-Two,” she pronounced solemnly. “Don’t you know how to read a thermometer?” Brent asked. “Nope,” Missy replied. “Would you like me to stick it back into you and try again?” “No,” Brent said. “Throw that thing away! And those stupid Binacas too! I don’t think anyone’s going to want to spray that in their mouth now.” “Why, I do!” Missy said. She picked up the Peppermint, which had been used on Brent’s balls, and put it into her mouth and sprayed her tongue. “Mmmm, Peppermint Blow, with a Taste of Testicle,” Missy observed. She smacked her lips. “Let’s try this Spearmint! Oooh! Cock flavor! Yum! I think I’ll skip the Wintergreen Butthole flavor, though. Maybe Kelly would like to try it?” She looked at me. Jasmine gave me another sizzling whack with her crop. “Kelly’s busy right now, dear,” Jasmine told her. Missy looked sober and reached back and cupped her bottom. “That whipping you gave me still hurts really bad,” Missy said. “Yes, dear, it’s supposed to,” Jasmine answered. “Go to the bathroom and get some carpet cleaner and spray it on the place on the rug where you peed.” “Okay!” Missy said. She ran from the room. She was a child speeding to recess. A few minutes later she came wandering back. She held up a can of carpet cleaner. “Here it is!” she announced. “I peed while I was in the bathroom, so I don’t go on the carpet any more!” She walked over to where she’d had her accident and sprayed a generous pile of foam on the rug. “Now go put it back, dear. I don’t want you spraying carpet cleaner all over everything,” Jasmine told her. There was a gleam in Missy’s eyes as she contemplated other uses the carpet cleaner might be put to. “Don’t you think Brent needs a little on his dick?” Missy asked. “No, darling. S&M doesn’t mean you can just do anything. The carpet cleaner might hurt him. Put it away, please,” Jasmine said, and swished her crop in Missy’s direction. “Okay!” Missy declared. She arched up on her tip-toes and then leapt for the door. She didn’t want to feel that crop anymore, and neither did I. “Please, Jasmine!” I screeched. I stood with bare huddling cheeks upon the chair, sobbing, groaning, feeling like a girl who’d sat in nettles. I was beside myself with pain and pleasure and a thousand other passions. She kissed my hiney. Her mouth was cool and moist but my bottom was so tender that I hissed and rose up on my toes. “Let’s take her down, Kerri,” Jasmine said. “But first I must give her two welts to show to her friends. Ones that will last until she gets back to L.A.” “Ohhh! I don’t want any welts!” I cried. “Yes you do, dear. You’re going to meet your girlfriends and you’re going to want to tell them all about your adventures. And they won’t believe you, of course. Unless, that is, I give you a little trophy to take with you. When you bend over and yank your jeans down for them, and they see your marks, then they’ll belive. Here goes!” She swatted me hard, slicing right into marks I already bore. I howled and jumped up on my toes and shook my lovely delirious hinds. She struck again. My bottom churned and my cheeks bunched and then released and then bunched together again. Jasmine placed her hands upon my bottom. As yet her fingers bore no oil. Just her bare slim fingers seizing and grasping my hot raw bottom. “Ahh, so sweet and young you are,” Jasmine hissed. “Such a fine, plump bottom! I love feeling the heat of the lash in it. Don’t fight me, dear. Let your bottom sag into my hands.” I bit my lip and sank back, letting her hold me. She controlled my squirmings with her seeking fingertips. I was hers. We were both females but she had found a way to make me submit. I might have given her more of my weight but Kerri held me up by my breasts. She squeezed them as if they were gourds at market, bought to be broken open and crushed and eaten. My nipples stuck up like little buttons and Kerri bit at them with her teeth. I swooned. I could not stand all the feelings that flooded me. Pain lapped at my nipples as soothing but insistent fingertips probed the fleshy halves of my pumpkin. I gasped, lost myself. I peed on the seat like a mare. Jasmine tutted but did not reprove me. She was all womanly tenderness now, though her fingers sought, male-like, at my rosette. Jasmine breathed hotly on my back. She licked me. “I must have you, dear. Right in your ass. Do not deny me.” She helped me down from the chair. My pee puddled in the seat. It was forgotten, forgiven. She put me down on my knees on the floor and made me assume a doggie position. “Put your face on the floor,” she told me. “I must have that adorable ass of yours as high in the air as you can make it.” I wished for a handkerchief, a shirt, or something, under my face, but she offered me none. With her hand she guided my head to the floor and I was forced to press my lips to the carpet. Kissing the floor, I felt my bottom raised high by her hands and held there. Kerri knelt beside me on the floor and put her palms under my tummy. The air of the room felt cool on my tushy. Knowing I was only inviting more trouble, I stuck my hiney up and let my cheeks open to the air. It felt wonderful. My burning ass felt its first taste of relief. But Jasmine, wicked as ever, took a dildo from a drawer and began greasing it. “This will be shoved up your ass and then, when its right up you, I’m going to give you a treat!” Jasmine laughed. With spooky thoughts in my brain I waited for her to ream me. Kerri tickled my clitty. She promised to make me cum when I was full. Jasmine parted my ass cheeks. I felt the head of the dildo knock at my anus. I stab. I gasped. It went up inside me, hard, Jasmine pushing it. Missy walked into the room just then. She stopped cold and her hands flew to her bottom. She watched with big scared eyes as my fucking proceeded. I was reamed. I was opened. When Jasmine had probed me to my depths and stabbed me repeatedly with the dildo, she gave me a new sensation. It was terrible. The dildo was hard but its hardness was due to its being filled with water, I was told. Jasmine whispered its secrets in my ears. More water could be pumped into the tail of the dildo with a simple hand pump. Jasmine sent Missy back to the bathroom and the girl returned with a cup of water. It was a child’s cup; plastic and patterned with cartoon hearts. She gave it to Jasmine. The water was poured into a big plastic syringe. It had a rubber squeeze ball at its end, but otherwise was just a big plastic tube, with a penis-like shaft and a small tapered point. Jasmine flipped open a little flap at the back of my dildo. The dildo was stuck upright into my offered bottom, no water could escape it. Jasmine put her syringe into the flap in the end of my dildo. Then she squeezed the squeeze ball. More water was pumped into my dildo, and it expanded in my ass. I gasped. I was being widened! I tried to contract my cheeks but Jasmine slapped my fanny and told me to keep them wide as I could. All the while, Kerri played her fingers over my spot. My tiny clitoris hungered for love. She promised to give it to me if only I’d accept the widening of my ass. My anal ring, gripping so tightly, could not sustain the burden of the inflowing water. It opened, opened more, stretched to the limit. I felt as if I had a huge turd rammed up my butt. I wept on the carpet. My tears flowed fast and freely. I kissed the floor with my lips and hoped my bottom survived intact. I tried to move, tried to crawl forward. The very act sent a shriek tearing from my lungs. I was filled beyond capacity. From my butthole into the depths of my body I now had a huge giant penis up me, hard as nails and uncompromising to a fault. There was no escape. Jasmine laughed. Missy squealed in horror. Kerri played with me and made me cum again and again in her hand. “God, what are you doing to her?!” Leslie asked. She trotted into the room with a 12-pack of Mountain Dew in her arms. “She must be made more accessible for her lover,” Jasmine said bluntly. I cried and shook my hiney, hoping to somehow get that awful huge prick out of me, but she showed me no mercy. She kept a finger on it to make sure it remained completely embedded. Any movement I made, even the slightest breath, sent a shiver of horror through me. I was rent and broken, I was sure, by the awful thing that Jasmine had sent up my ass, feeling it right to my belly-button and unable to escape it. Jasmine kissed my face. She ignored my pleading, self-pitying groans. I was her prisoner. I could do nothing. She could leave me like this til the end of time, if she wished. SAFETY ALERT !!! by holy joe I almost died today, because of Penthouse. Let me tell you what happened. I’m a subscriber to Penthouse. Today I went down to Tower books to check on their Bibles and make sure they had all the different versions stocked on the shelves. Also, as a member of Morality in Media, it was time for my Monthly Duties. This involves buying and reading all the porno at Tower, so I can keep all the members of Morality in Media up to date on the state of America’s soul. So, as I drove to Tower, I had no interest in looking at, or buying Penthouse. Since I’m a subscriber, it’ll show up in my mailbox in a few days. I arrived at Tower. I went inside. I walked along the magazine rack, checking over all the new porn. Suddenly, I stopped. I felt a peeing sensation in my pants. I paid it little attention, however, for my eyes and brain were immovably fixed on the February 1998 issue of Penthouse! Good God! Look at this girl! It’s a real, live girl! I couldn’t believe it. I was expecting the usual sort of Penthouse Pet of the Month. You know, “Brady Mom from Mars Shows her Pussy.” But this was a real, live, 18-year-old girl!!! Since I had just wet the floor at Tower I hurried and bought a copy of Penthouse. They employ a guard now, at Tower. I didn’t want to get in trouble. As I left the store I heard one of the employees shout, “Hey, Godammit! Who let a dog in here?!” It was a good idea, buying a copy of Penthouse, even though I’ll get another copy a few days from now in the mail. The photos making up this Pet’s centerfold are wonderful. On the back of her centerfold, there’s a shot of her, bare-breasted, looking behind her. And in the centerfold itself she virginally contemplates her bare pussy. You may want to buy two copies of Penthouse too, so you can look at both the front, and back, of this month’s centerfold at the same time. Now let me tell you about how I almost died. I was driving home, having just left Tower books. I was on the freeway, in the right-hand lane. My eyes were wide open and I was staring straight ahead. Nonetheless, my mind was so filled with thoughts of Penthouse’s Pet of the Month that I almost slammed into the back of a car that was parked along the side of the freeway! When I got home and studied the magazine, I suddenly realized something. I once knew this Pet of the Month! She’s 18 now, but I knew her when she was 17. She was a virgin. She asked me to deflower her. But, being a good American, I checked the law to see if it was legal to have sex with her. It wasn’t. So I told her, “Sorry, but I’m a law-abiding citizen. I love our country and all its wonderful laws. It would be illegal for me to have sex with you. So I won’t.” And I didn’t. Today, when I realized my ex-girlfriend was in Penthouse, I gave her a call. I told her I was ready to fuck her. But do you know what she said? “Screw you. I’m a Penthouse Pet now!” Oh well, at least I can jerk off to her in my bathroom. That’s a pretty good substitute, don’t you think? Other juicy parts of this magazine include the ever-wonderful “Click,” a continuing comic by Milo Manara. In this issue the heroine gets her pants pulled down in back. There are some lovely shots of her bottom. Then, a girl licks her ass. I didn’t like the violent ending to the comic, though, when the heroine kicks the girl licking her butt in the mouth. The pictorial “Levena and Michael” was a disappointment. It started off great, with a blonde stripping for a man in his basement. There’s a bondage rack against the far wall. I was dying to see the girl attached to the bondage rack, but it never happened. Instead she rubs herself against a pole and then sucks on the guy’s dick. I have nothing against the pole, but there were too many photos of it. One would have been enough. As for the guy’s dick, it’s boring. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen a girl suck on a guy’s dick in a porno magazine. Who cares? But to see the girl attached to the bondage rack, that would have been quite interesting! Maybe next issue there will be something like that...(1) The sub-title of Penthouse has been changed. As you know, Playboy sub-titles itself, “Entertainment for Men.” So, as a competitor, created some years after Playboy, Penthouse called itself “The International Magazine for Men.” (Since Penthouse’s publisher, Bob Guccione, is from England). Now, however, with this issue of Penthouse, it’s called “The Magazine of Sex, Politics, and Protest.” This reminds me of the sub-title of Uncommon Desires Newsletter, which is “A magazine about girl-love, erotic desires, censorship, and the police state.” In any event, it’s a great sub-title, encompassing perfectly the state of sexuality in America in the 90’s. (1) Look, it’s a David Foster Wallace footnote!!! I have examined the pictorial “Levena and Michael” a second time. I have another opinion on it. Let me break it down into several parts: a. The pole: There are too many photos of it. b. The man’s penis: The shots of Levena sucking the man’s penis are exceptional. So, I shouldn’t diss these shots. c. Michael fucking Levena: Wow! He’s actually fucking her! But here is where we find this pictorial’s main problem. There are lots of photos of this gorgeous girl being fucked, but it seems not to have any effect on her! You’d think she was posing for some boring anatomy textbook. Levena should be *showing emotion* as she’s fucked. She should be going, “Ahhh! Oh, noooo! You’re FUCKING me! (Help!)” I’m not suggesting she should look like she’s being fucked against her will. But it should look like she’s really into it. She should look like she’s really shocked and amazed by how Michael’s penis is giving her the ride of her life. If this is a problem for Penthouse, finding male models who actually excite girls like Levena, the solution is simple. Call me. I have a 25-inch penis. Wait. I can hear your reply. “Joe, if we tried to have Levena fuck a guy with a 25-inch penis, she’d run away. NO girl wants a penis that big.” Don’t worry. I’ve disguised my 25-inch penis as a 4-inch penis. It only grows to 25-inches once it’s inside her, and she can’t get away. Once I’ve got hold of her, and I’m up her, you can take lots of great photos of Levena getting reamed by me. Wait. I can hear your reply. “Joe, what if your penis doesn’t grow to its full length?” I understand. This does happen sometimes. A stud like me isn’t always excited by fucking, what with all the girls who are constantly begging me for sex. There’s a slight chance that my 25-inch penis could remain at its disguised length of 4-inches. But don’t worry. I have a problem in that whenever I’m hot for sex, I’m unable to control my bladder. Or my bowels. You can be sure Levena will show lots of emotion when she suddenly realizes I’m peeing inside her. And having diarrhea in her bed. Anyway, that’s my two-cents worth. The pictorial “Levena and Michael” is flawed because: 1. The bondage rack is never used, and 2. Levena doesn’t show enough emotion as she’s being fucked. AND IN THE END... “Statutes like... the Child Pornography Prevention Act are... ghostly adumbrations of the hysteria that swept over us in the eighties. ...We bought into scenarios as lurid and preposterous as teenage witches conspiring against Salem in 1692.” - The Nation, November 24, 1997, pg. 14. -------------------------- 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. 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