Message-ID: <16085eli$9810050529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 404 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: <3617B154.1F3E@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- A BLONDE Tiffany Taylor! Would you like to know what the biggest lie is, that men tell? It’s a lie they tell to each other. It has nothing to do with Interns or adultery. It’s this lie: “Oh, in Playboy, those girls don’t really look like that. It’s just air-brushing.” Playboy began publishing in 1955. Air-brushing wasn’t invented until the 1970’s. So, although some photos may be ‘touched up’ using an air-brush, to remove the unfortunate mole or blemish (or tattoo), an air-brush cannot create a beautiful girl out of whole cloth. Anyway, I have my own experience to rely on. Take what happened to me last night. I was sitting in this Chinese restaurant. I was eating, and at the same time I was studying a book about Java and reading The Economist. Then a family showed up. To eat in the restaurant. You would not believe how their daughter looked. I’ll describe her as I saw her, to give you the full effect: First, through the restaurant’s window, before the family even came into the restaurant, I saw an impressive pair of bosoms. They were quite large bosoms, even for a woman, but they were on a girl who was no older than 16. (And perhaps only 14 !) Due to the fullness of her chest, this girl’s shirt was pulled tight against her body. I could see that her ribs, under her breasts, had no fat on them. And underneath her ribs her belly was smooth and flat. So, in looking at this girl, I was struck by the sharp inward slope of her midriff: bosoms, then ribs, then, tucked under her ribs, her straight, small belly. Next, I noticed this girl with the big bosoms had blonde hair. Long blonde hair. Of course by now I was hoping to find some defect, somewhere, on her, so that I would not go completely insane! I looked at her arms. They were perfectly slim. Her upper arms were slightly hollow in appearance, just like a model’s. Her skin was well-tanned and seemed to glow under the restaurant’s lights. The family was escorted to a table. As they walked past me I saw that the girl had large, luminous eyes. Some man was glowering at me so I didn’t get to fully inspect the girl’s face. However, as soon as the family sat down and the man looked away, I resumed my inspection! Naturally, you can guess how this girl was seated. Her old, fat, bald father, and her old, unattractive mother (who wasn’t even a blonde!) were seated facing me. The girl herself was seated with her back to me. I had a perfect view of her father and mother, but I was stuck looking at the back of the daughter’s head! However, if I leaned to one side I could see the swell of the girl’s bosom, which at least was some consolation. Soon the girl turned her head to one side, to look around the restaurant. Sitting behind her, I now had a sideways-view of her face. Since the “pervert patrol” man was no longer glowering at me, I gazed intently at her. My God! You would not believe this girl’s face! Her eyes were indeed large, as I’d noticed previously. Now I noticed that she had a small, snub nose. Even more impressively, she had a perfectly round, pixie-like oval face! An elf would not have had a cuter face. Sometimes you see girls under 12 who have a cute, pixie-like face, but to see such a face on a girl who’s already grown her bosoms is truly amazing! You can guess what happened next. I shitted in my pants. I thought it was just gas, but when I felt a large, wet bulge underneath me, I said to myself, “Holy shit! I’ve pooped in my pants!” I ran to the restaurant’s bathroom. I locked myself in the toilet stall and took down my pants. Yep, sure enough, there was a big diarrhea stain in my underpants, as well as some poop. Quickly I began grabbing wads of toilet paper and cleaning out my underpants. Can you guess what happened next? You will think I’m making this up, but I’m not. The toilet paper ran out. I couldn’t belive it. Here I am, with poop on my butt and in my pants, and there’s no toilet paper! I looked around the toilet stall. I saw the seat coverings for the toilet seat on the wall behind the toilet. Immediately I began yanking them out of their container and using them to clean myself and my underpants. Once my butt was clean, an important question arose: what to do with my underpants? I mean, they were totally ruined. There was no way I could continue wearing them with a big wet diarrhea stain in them. Fortunately there was only a little stain on the back of my trousers, so I decided to get rid of my underpants, and just walk around with my dick dangling inside my trousers. However, this question arose: where should I leave my underpants? Once before this had happened to me, in a Federal Building of all places, and I just left my underpants in the toilet stall. However, I was now stuck in a small Chinese restaurant, in a closet-sized bathroom, and since I had already gotten odd looks from the management when I walked into the place, I knew they’d guess right away who had left his underpants in their bathroom! What to do? I thought and thought. Then it occurred to me: why not drop my underpants in the bathroom’s wastebasket? Unfortunately, it wasn’t a closed wastebasket, like in a real bathroom. This was, after all, a Chinese restaurant. The wastebasket in the restroom was an open bin, sitting out on the floor, so that anyone could look in it and see my underpants! (Worse, they would be able to smell them, too.) I pulled several more toilet seat covers out of their container. I wrapped them around my underpants. Then I hurried out of the toilet stall and dropped my underpants in the wastebasket. (Fortunately nobody had come into the bathroom during the whole time I was cleaning myself.) With my underpants in the wastebasket, but wrapped in a big wad of toilet seat covers, it was still pretty obvious, to anyone who might look in the wastebasket, that something fishy was going on. So I took lots of paper towels and wadded them up and dropped them in the wastebasket too, to cover up the big wad of toilet seat covers that had my underpants in them. At this point I left the restroom. Any normal, decent person would have left the restaurant too, since my trousers were kinda stained in back. However, I was not about to leave that restaurant with such a beautiful girl sitting there! So, with my dick dangling inside my pants, hoping there wasn’t any odor from the small stain on the back of my trousers, I went back to my table and sat down again. But very bad luck had struck! In between the luscious 14-year-old blonde and her family, a new family had been seated! It consisted of a HUGELY fat man and his ugly, fat female relatives. (Plus some little girl, about 6-years-old, who looked like total shit.) The big fat man was sitting EXACTLY between me and my view of the blonde! No matter how I wiggled about in my chair I could not see past him! So, guess what I did? I literally picked up my chair, still pretending to sit in it, and moved it way over to one side of my table. Then I could SLIGHTLY see the blonde, IF the fat man leaned back in his chair. But when he leaned forward again, then I couldn’t see! So I picked up my chair again and moved it all the way to the other side of my table. Then I could slightly see the blonde once more, IF the fat man DIDN’T lean back! Well, you can imagine how that was. Every time the fat dude leaned back, I had to shove my chair all the way to the other end of my table. And then, as often happened, when he leaned forward again, I had to shove my chair to the other end of my table! I had been in the restaurant for some time before the family with the blonde daughter had even arrived. The waiter had already been asking me if I wanted a box to take my meal home with me. Now I was determined not to leave until the family did, so I could (hopefully) get a better look at their daughter! I drank a lot of water. I drank it slowly. The “pervert patrol” man kept looking at me, wondering why I was just sitting there drinking water. The waiter kept asking me if I wanted a box. The girl’s mother and father, who unfortunately had a pretty good view of me, occasionally would look in my direction. Nonetheless, I stayed! I was NOT going to leave that restaurant until the girl did! I watched the family finish their dinner. I waited while the father got his money out of his wallet to pay for their dinner. I waited some more while the waiter took their money and their bill, and went to make change. I put my Java book and my Economist magazine away and got ready to leave. At last, the family got up. Unfortunately, they walked straight out of the restaurant. For some stupid reason I thought they would have to stand at the front of the restaurant, to pay their bill, but of course they had already paid! So when they got up, it wasn’t like at the grocery store, where you can wait behind people and look at their daughter while they pay their bill. The family just got up and left, and I, having not paid yet, was stuck all by myself at the front of the restaurant, with no girl to look at! She was outside, walking away! You would think, with shit in my pants and the fat dude and the “pervert patrol” man and all the other bad luck I’d already suffered, I would at least be able to pay for my food and leave. But no such luck. For some reason the cashier (who was also the restaurant’s manager) had decided to total up the night’s receipts. There I stood as he punched in numbers at his cash register, happily working his way through dozens of people’s bills. (All of which had ALREADY been paid!) “Keep the change!” I yelled to the manager. I left my money and his fucking bill on the counter, next to his cash register. He nodded to me and I went running out of that restaurant. But the family was already getting into their car! They got in it and drove away. I was stuck standing there, having never gotten a really good look at that girl! However, I did get enough of a look at her to be able to say, with absolute conviction, that she was an exact replica of Tiffany Taylor. The only difference between the two girls was that she was about five years younger, and blonde! I relate all of my travails that I have listed above to make this point: there ARE girls in this world who are “Playboy-perfect.” You aren’t just seeing air-brushing when you look at Playboy. Girls in fact do look that pretty. I would have loved to have found some defect in that blonde that I saw at the Chinese restaurant, so I could go back to reading my Java book and my copy of the Economist. And so I wouldn’t shit in my pants. But, unfortunately, the girl WAS, in fact, a “Playboy-perfect,” Tiffany Taylor-type girl, and a blonde to boot! So I shitted in my pants, and had to leave my underwear in the bathroom, and otherwise had a perfectly awful meal, trying to look past some fat guy by moving my chair back and forth. Well, I hope I have made my point. There’s one other I’d like to make. Take an extra pair of underpants with you if you go out to eat. You never know: the next All-American family you see may have a Tiffany Taylor daughter! Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 404 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Eight Kate, still handcuffed to her master, tossed her blonde head as casually as she could and tried not to think of all the eyes on her fanny. She was proud of her bottom, in an odd, feminine sort of way. Proud of how all the men, and not a few women, gazed at her nether cheeks in admiration. It wasn’t often you could show off your bottom in public, Kate reminded herself, trying to suppress the butterflies that rose up in her tummy. Yet, when you were young, and beautiful, wasn’t it something you should wish to do? Kate gave her heinie a wiggle and watched the other guests respond. She was a fish, leading a school of fish in the ocean, her flipping tail making all the others follow. “God, if it wasn’t marked already,” a young man sighed. He looked wealthy and spoiled and Kate took an instant liking to him. He seemed to have eyes filled with fire and Kate guessed his veins were just as arduous, right down to the ones that ridged the thing in his pants which now stood up quite plainly, making him a little embarrassed as he stood amongst his fellows. Then Kate saw her admirer’s eyes pass over to the waist of the hostess. Kate leaned back a little and saw that there was a competitor for the room’s eyes. The hostess, in bending over to kiss Kate’s fanny, had revealed more of her own rump. Her dress was so tight and cut so low in back that when she bent her bottom had arched up out of her gown. Now it stuck out quite completely, with her tight gown bunched underneath it. Unless she reached back and put a finger into her dress and lifted it up back over herself, the hostess would have a bare bottom for the rest of the night. Kate waited for the hostess to repair her dress. But she didn’t. Instead, she went on with her duties as if nothing had happened. She took a fresh bottle of wine from an ice bucket and had a man uncork it for her. Then she filled the glasses of those guests that looked empty, waiting while a few guests hastily downed what they’d already been given. “We must be in high spirits for the evening,” the hostess laughed. Her nipples were risen through her expensive dress. It clung to her belly and thighs so liquidly that Kate felt the woman’s pussy was almost on display. Where her thighs met the hostess’ dress dipped inward, then rose a little to show the outline of her bush. While the effect had always been present, the fact that the hostess was now disordered in back seemed to deepen Kate’s awareness of it. She felt so teased by the woman’s attire that she wanted to run over to her and rip off her dress. She felt a strange desire to lick the woman’s bush and pass her tongue up between her lovelips and make the hostess as aroused as Kate herself was feeling. Dharma Bum by Alan Catlin He drank life from easy chug a mug bottles throwing the empties off the porch onto the over grown lawn lighting white filter tipped cigars with stick matches he struck on the peeling railing paint or on the sagging floor boards when the railing was too far away to reach listening to ball games in the out of tune radio plugged into the frayed extension cord the wife and kiddies going by without comment one way or the other about what might be happening in his life like he was some kind of animated lawn ornament the weeds hadn’t gotten to yet. AND IN THE END... OH, CHARLIE ROSE... “More pigs than people live in North Carolina; about 10 million of the former, only 7.5 million of the latter. ...The rapid expansion of pig-farming proves North Carolina’s success at diversifying its economy, but it comes at a steep price in filthy water and strong smells.” - The Economist, September 20, 1997, pg. 30. 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