Message-ID: <12749eli$9807051834@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 385 Passions Playpen NND g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.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: <359D89BF.58E0@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Man MUST Molest to be Happy ! Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be sodomized? Well, I don’t wonder about it anymore, because yesterday it happened to me. Here’s what happened: I was standing in my apartment. I was staring at Brooke. She’s a model in Tight magazine. Her picture is hanging on my wall, because I’m in love with her. “Brooke!” I cried. “If you love me, please give me a sign!” I waited. Nothing happened. Finally, upset and distressed, I sat down. Abruptly. Unfortunately, I’d been moving stuff around in my apartment, and my portable phone was sitting upright in my chair. I wasn’t wearing any pants. (Don’t ask why.) Guess where my portable phone went? That’s right. It went right up me, where the sun never shines. Then something worse happened. The phone started ringing. In my ass. At the same time, my doorbell rang. What do you do when you’ve got no pants on, someone’s banging on your door, and a phone is ringing in your ass? Finally, the person at the door went away, and I got that damn phone out of my ass. “Hello?” I asked. I hoped it was Brooke, but in fact it was just some guy. He started talking as soon as he heard my voice. Here’s what he said: “Hello? Holy joe? I’m 37-years-old. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never even held hands with a girl. What should I do? I don’t want to get stuck with some guy’s used girlfriend, or with somebody’s ex-wife.” “Wow,” I said. “It sounds like you’re marooned in the middle of 1990’s feminist America.” “Yes!” he cried. “Can you help me?” “I don’t think so,” I said. “But I did just get Playboy in the mail. The August 1998 issue. Perhaps there’s an article in there that can help you.” “I doubt it,” he said. “They assume all us guys are sexually experienced. Like, you know, they’ll ask a girl on the Playmate Data Sheet about sex. But I don’t want a girl who’s had sex, since I’ve never had sex.” “Absolutely!” I agreed. “I see your point exactly. But let’s give Playboy a try, shall we? It’s the best I can offer.” “Okay,” the guy on the phone said. I opened the new Playboy at random. As I did, I prayed to Brooke, on my wall, for help. You wouldn’t believe what happened. My prayers were answered! “Here’s some help for you,” I said to my friend on the phone. “It’s an article about the female cunt, by Asa Baber, on page 30.” “What does it say?” the guy on the phone asked. “Well, let me read a little of it to you,” I told him. “Here goes:” “We remember, in exquisite detail, each stroke and taste and touch and smell of quim, from our earliest experiences with it to time present.” “Quim?” my friend on the phone asked. “It means cunt,” I told him. “Now, as I see it, you need a girl who is on the same level as you,” I said. “Exactly,” he replied. “Does that mean I should like girls who are 18? I know that’s younger than I am but...” “No! No!” I said. “That’s way too old! We both agreed you need a girl who’s on the same level as you. Since you’ve never done anything, you need a girl who’s never done anything.” “What age is that?” the guy on the phone asked. “Eleven, at the oldest, according to Asa Baber,” I answered. “Eleven?” the guy on the phone said. “Yes,” I said. “Let me read you some more of Asa’s article. He gives out Oscars to the best cunts he’s ever known:” “An Oscar to Jenny, a tan and compact nymph in Florida. [She] used to sneak out to the boat dock with me in the evenings for necking and experimentation. We were 11-years-old.” “Wow. Lucky for Asa he was 11,” my friend on the phone said. “Never mind Asa,” I told him. “It’s the girl we’re interested in. She got started at 11, so you don’t want anyone older than that, or you’ll be getting somebody else’s used up, ex-girlfriend.” “You’re right!” my friend on the phone agreed. “So, let’s assume I meet an 11-year-old girl and ‘molest,’ ‘rape,’ etc. her.” “In other words you both have fun together and learn about sex?” I asked. “Whatever we both feel comfortable doing,” he answered. “Let’s say that happens. What next? Should I start dating 37-year-old women then?” “No! No!” I said. “When you and the 11-year-old have wrapped up your business, it’s time to move on to the next level.” “What’s that?” he asked. “Junior high girls,” I said. “Junior high?!” he cried. “Are you just trying to stick me with flat-chested lovers?” “Not at all,” I said. “Listen to Asa:” “For the... Broad in Junior High who Had the Most Bounteous Chest on Chicago’s South Side: An Oscar to Marilyn, queen of my dreams...” “Hmmm, sounds like a Dreamgirl,” the guy on the phone said. “Yes, and listen what this junior high girl did to Asa,” I said, reading more: “[She would] smother me in her ginger-spice flesh. With her breasts covering my ears... [she made me] so infatuated with her cleavage that I couldn’t think straight.” “It sounds to me like the girl didn’t need any protection, but Asa sure did!” my friend on the phone said. “So, let’s say I make it with a girl in junior high. Should I start dating 37-year-old women then?” “Nope,” I replied. “Next you must learn about bondage, with a high school girl!” “Yikes!” he said. “Be quiet and listen,” I told him. I read on: “Some Girls Like to Be Spanked: A golden Oscar to Jensen, a dark, thin, vibrant beauty who stopped me suddenly one summer evening as we were walking out of a movie, pulled me into an alley and said, without warning, ‘Slap me. Slap me hard.’ ...After some protestation, I gave her a gentle slap on her face. ‘Harder,’ she said. I could not do that, so she turned around, raised her skirt, stuck out her butt and said, ‘OK, then spank me.’ I managed to do that without much hesitation, and, OK, I admit it: I really enjoyed it!” “Wow!” my friend said. “You’ve really got an agenda lined up for me. Molesting 11-year-olds, sucking the tits of junior high girls, and playing bondage games with high school girls, where I’m the master and she’s the slave!” “Yep,” I said. “But it’s all normal, part of everyday America. Sure, you’re older than they are, but since you’re as innocent as they are, you won’t get any cross words from me.” “I just hope I don’t run into any feminists, or flakey people who think I’m doing something wrong,” the guy on the phone said. “I can only give you advice, based on my research,” I told him. “Well, I’m off then!” he said. “Wish me luck!” “Good luck!” I said. Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 385 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Four The man flung off his chains as soon as he was able. Ignoring Marie, his antagonist, entirely, he ran to where Kate and Cindy were bound. Like a dog in heat, he positioned himself behind Kate and attempted her bottom. Kate screamed. The gag helpfully muffled her cry, leaving the man to do as he wished with her. But in his eagerness he found he couldn’t get himself into her tight ass. So, readjusting himself, he thrust quickly and vigorously into her cunt. Kate yelped at the rudeness of his entry. The man, who she could barely see and who was much bigger than her, held her tightly by her hips. He penetrated her hard with his cock. He ignored her pleadings as he rubbed his hairy crotch and belly against her wounded red bottom. He did not last long. He jetted into her and held himself tightly against her. Afterward he let himself enjoy a moment of post coital bliss. As he softened inside her he kissed her face profusely. Then he withdrew. The man grabbed a pink towel off the shelf near the girls and rapidly dried his loins with it. “You are one Hell of a woman,” he said to Marie. His voice was gruff, respectful. Bogart lingered near her, to protect her if needed. “I hope you’re not too angry with me,” Marie said. “I’d have killed you this morning, but now I just want to get the fuck out of here!” the man said. “But if I ever meet a friend who complains he’s bored by sex, I’ll send him to you.” “Don’t recommend him unless he looks as good as you do,” Marie smiled. “I only tie up my favorite men in my barn.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” the man said. He tossed the pink towel onto the floor. “Mind if I go? I value my dick.” “Please cum again,” Marie teased. “You’re a sick, insane woman, and you should be locked up. But God knows I’ll probably be back, idiot that I am,” the man said. “By the way that girl’s cunt was delicious.” And with that back-handed compliment to poor Kate, the man hustled himself out of the barn. Five were left. Their cocks wiggled insanely, begging for whatever attention Marie chose to give them. She might have proposed shortening them with her knives, and if it meant being caressed by her hands they probably would have accepted. Marie went to the second man and began lubing him up for his duties. The morning passed with each girl receiving three penises. Some preferred Kate, one managing to get into her bottom. The rest preferred Cindy, two marvelling at the fact that they were fucking a female who was already pregnant. Each man who fucked Cindy wanted to take her in her cunt. They seemed inspired by the prospect of getting ‘two for one,’ fucking both her and her growing baby. Kate’s lover was the last to be released. He fucked Kate hard in her cunt. His passage was eased remarkably by the boatloads of jism already pumped into her by the first man. As he banged away inside her cunt he could feel not only the cum left by the first man, but also the cum that was leaking out of Kate’s bottomhole from the second man’s visit. Marie monitored Kate’s rising orgasm closely as her lover plumbed her. She was looking for a point at which to pop off Kate’s nipple clamps. Just as Kate reached her peak, one of many that morning, this last given her by her lover, Marie sprung the clamps from her tits. Kate’s nipples screamed. They had been separated from the rest of her, caught between the tiny gripping jaw-like mouths of the clamps, yet now they were returned to her, the full measure of her pulsing blood rushing into them and making them howl. Kate keened into a second and third orgasm as her nipples whined out in pain. They were so very sensitive, and now Marie, wickedly, passed a fingertip over them to remind them of how free they were after being tightly held within the clamps. Each brushing touch seemed to fling Kate’s nipples into new spasms of feeling. They were alive, too alive, and she was achingly, spasmingly aware of them. She had been a girl once, wearing a neat white training bra, and then ever larger bras, but now she was a naked banshee curdling with lust and strange, awkward pains, in her tits and in her bottom and, deeply felt, in her yearning cunt, forced yawningly wide by her lover’s indriving penis. When both girls were quite exhausted and well-fucked, Marie ordered them to be set free. Kate collapsed into her lover’s arms. Cindy was caught by a second man. He’d been the second-to-last to have her. The other four men had left the barn as soon as they’d cum. “Well, let’s go inside then. It’s rather chilly out here,” Marie said. She sounded as chipper as if they’d just finished some party for children, where no one got laid or punished. It was, indeed, no later than noon. Marie led them back inside the house. Bogart stayed behind in the barn to clean up. Trent took Kate upstairs to his bed. She did not want to go back to the bed made of furs. It was too strange, too erotic. He placed her face down in the bed he’d slept in the previous night, while she awaited her first taste of the crop on her fanny. Tenderly he spread her out on his bed. The sheets were fresh, changed by Bess. There, where he’d spent the night entertaining two other young ladies, and whipped a man’s wife earlier in the evening, he devoted himself just to Kate. He put lotion on her bottom and kissed her endlessly. She moaned under his touch. She put her hands beneath her and masturbated for him as he soothed her. Later, after Bess brought them refreshments, he grew hard again. He took her savagely, upon the bed, venting his frustration at being tied up by pounding her cunt. Bess entered while he was fucking her, to pick up their tray. He did not stop for her. He kept fucking Kate, making her scream with his passion. In another room, though Kate didn’t know who was doing it to her, Kate heard Cindy cry out. Second-rated by Lisa Scarboro Living in someone else’s shadow can be such a tiresome thing. No matter how I try to shine, somehow I’m never seen. I joke about invisibility to hide how I really feel about being second best, second fiddle, second choice in everything. No matter the circumstances, it always seems to be, whoever else is available, is preferable over me. Just don’t judge me over-harshly, for feeling like I do, maybe you’d feel the same as me, if you took a few steps in my shoes. AND IN THE END... ROCK N’ ROLL GRADE SCHOOL “Ryan, an 11-year-old girl, intently watches a scene from one of her favorite TV dramas, Dawson’s Creek. She listens as the character Jen, who lost her virginity at 12...” - TIME, June 15, 1998, page 55. “There’s this girl I know, she’s nine years old... she’s had sex. 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