Message-ID: <7531eli$9801191718@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 338 Dungeon of Desire 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: <34C2A51F.6338@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- AU PAIR needed to take care of older man. Requirements: Blonde, big tits, able to change diapers. No English required. Any age (under 20) okay. Oral skills a plus. If you think you can handle the job, please call Mr. Gent. 1-900-IMPLANT Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: Crab the dog Issue No. 338 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Dungeon of Desire Chapter Two So it was with polite but very eager gracefulness that I let Miriam take me by the hand and seat my hiney on the piled up cushions. She kissed my nose, then pushed me so that I fell backward. When my head plopped onto a cushion on the floor I found myself sprawled with legs akimbo, my ass high, still perched on the top of the pile. I gazed at myself. My belly was higher than my head and my hips were higher still. Then, my legs open, my feet dropped down to the floor on the other side. It was a most awkward position. I could feel my cuntlips displaying themselves to all who cared to look. And many did, the men with their hardons and the women with their twinkling, wicked eyes. “She’s quite an eager beaver,” Sharon laughed. I smiled up at her. I knew I would not be permitted to rise without taking at least one of the many dongs around me in my cunny. I didn’t mind. I accepted my fate. I wondered which it would be. The men eyed me, standing over me, showing me their painted loins. The pressure of the cushions against my fanny made it sting even worse. I bit my lip and tried to ignore it. The cream helped; a soothing glow began developing in my hind cheeks. Fortunately, just before seating me on the pile, Miriam had spread out a silky-soft white handkerchief to absorb the inevitable drips from the fucking I was to receive. I felt the gloss of the cloth against my wounded bottom and sighed gratefully. It was so strange, the luxury Miriam chose to mingle here in her home with its many ordeals. I guessed my journey was just beginning. The night would be a long one and I would be tested thoroughly. The men certainly hoped I would be! They watched my soft breasts as they rose and fell on my sighing chest. One of them began masturbating himself, perhaps to enjoy raining his seed down on my face, but Miriam batted his hand away. “We must each pick rose petals from a bowl,” Miriam said aloud to the crowd. As she spoke Sharon, taking my hands and drawing them past my head, clipped handcuffs onto my wrists. “Take a petal and stand here on the pussy-side of the hump. Then lean forward and drop the petal and see if little Kelly can catch it in her mouth.” Miriam passed around a wooden bowl with pink rose petals piled in it. Each guest took several. She grinned at me. “I want you to be totally fair, dear, or I’ll smack your precious bottom,” she told me. “When somebody drops a petal, I want you to try to catch it between your lips. The one you catch will fuck you. If it’s a woman, she’ll use her tongue. If it’s a man, he’ll use his penis, of course.” Miriam looked at the assembled company. “This is our last game. When someone succeeds, you may wait for a turn or you may enjoy yourselves in an orgy.” She eyed the men. “I want to congratulate you all for being so patient. Girls, don’t hesitate if a man asks you. Get right down and let him fuck you. All of us have been tested, there’s no reason to worry about diseases.” Miriam looked at Jennifer. “You, my dear, will be our maid of honor at our orgy,” she said. Jennifer gulped. Her tears still ran quietly down her cheeks from our Bacchic dance. She held her bottom like it was a beautiful ornament, precious and gem-like. And I had no doubt that the men, eyeing her as well as me, thought it more valuable than gold at the moment. They encroached on her. Their penises bristled like torments from a little girl’s worst nightmare. And at each penis was a helpful woman, stoking the flame that flickered so boldly within that manly stalk of flesh, begging it to show its stuff. Yet they used a little expertise too, the women, watching their man to see if they might be inspiring him too much. Sometimes their ensnarling little fingers drew back, touched just feather-lightly, so as to allow the manlike tube in their grip to preserve his strength a little longer. It was like watching sausages being palped and palmed by elvin maidens. The women complimented displayed organs, giving them little blowy kisses and comparing notes on the men with each other, using glances of their eyes and soft smiles. ‘Ooooh, best hold back. He looks about to spurt!’ one girl might signal to another. Or, ‘How big he is! Are you sure you’ll be able to stuff all THAT into your little twat?’ ‘Not my twat, dear, he wants to put it up my butthole.’ ‘Oh my, how that will rend you. You’ll be taking dictation standing up tomorrow at work.’ And so it went. Jennifer, humping her hips slightly forward and back, desperate for love despite her purest intentions, watched as two white-tailed waiters brought out a mattress. “For you, Jennifer, that you may entertain whomever you please on the floor, in the best comfort I can offer,” Miriam teased, knowing Jennifer would be reluctant to permit herself such liberties, here in front of everyone and with everybody, even the women, a potential lover. As I watched the waiters plopped down the mattress near the table with the punch bowl. Men would be able to rise for drinks and then return to the makeshift bed with the greatest of ease, fucking and drinking, men’s two greatest pleasures in life. A waiter had a sheet under his arm and he unfurled it. Gallantly he fitted the sheet to the mattress on the floor as Jennifer watched with deeply anxious eyes. No pillows were needed. No teddy bears, or P.J.’s, or prayers before bedtime. Just a big flat surface, soft underneath, where Jennifer could be reamed into bliss. “You will be the Queen of Sheba, I think, save that you’ll have to keep your legs apart,” Miriam sighed. Her sentence ended in a girlish giggle. She led poor wobbly-kneed Jennifer, her legs slim as a schoolgirl’s, over to the waiting mat. Miriam placed a fingertip atop each of Jennifer’s slim shoulders and applied just a hint of pressure. Her knees buckling more than anything, Jennifer dropped onto the mattress. The sheet was white. It would not show the residue of the men’s actions too explicitly once their emissions had dried. Jennifer leaned forward and palmed the mattress and then crawled across it, babylike. Even I found myself admiring the cherubic jigglings of her bottom as she kneed her way into the center of the mattress. The bright lines from her whipping showed us all that she was more than ready for fun, even if she herself denied it. With the wincings of a newly-paddled child, Jennifer flipped onto her seat and, gingerly, put her weight upon it. Then she looked up at her captors with pleading eyes. Sitting, her hiney giving her a less than comfortable pair of cheeks on which to bear down, Jennifer drew up her knees and hugged them. The tops of her knees hid her bosoms but her thighs, quite distinctly, given how slim her legs were, allowed her pussy lips to show. Jennifer seemed not to notice the worse position she’d put herself in by her attempt at modesty. She wrapped her arms round her legs and put her chin on her knees. “Can’t I just go home?” Jennifer asked. “I’ve had fun. Really! It was most enjoyable and--” “Shush, dear. I’m a female and you’re a female, but I’m older and I know more,” Miriam cautioned. “I’ll let you go home when all has been done as it should be. Look at these men! Do you think they’re through having fun?” Miriam let her question hang in the air. Jennifer surveyed the toadstool forest around her and finally gave a little, compliant sigh. “Noooo,” she admitted. Her voice was breathy, accepting in the inevitability of her fate even as she tried, however meekly, to blow away all those awful pricks that displayed themselves in her presence. But she had the lungs of a little pig, waiting to be skewered, not of a big bad wolf. VIDEO REVIEW by holy joe Freshman Fantasies, (under $20.00). VHS Tape, Color, 60 minutes. NightVision, 1290 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10019. (Sold at SunCoast Video.) Review: This is a great video! Sure, it’s a video by a second-tier ‘soft porn’ video company but, with that in mind, I must say that I enjoyed it quite a lot. Repeated viewings enhanced my enjoyment of it. Let me tell you my favorite scenes from this video, instead of trying to detail every part of it, damning what was bad and praising what was good. There are many segments in this video. Each segment ‘profiles’ one or two girls. The first segment that I really liked was of two girls waiting in a living room. They’re waiting for someone, perhaps a boyfriend, and, since this is a ‘soft core’ porn video, he never arrives. (I hate those words, by the way, “soft core,” and “porn.” They seem like words made up by feminists, or the religious right, to try to get videos like this banned. A better description might be, ‘wholesome (or wholesome-appearing) young girls who happen not to have their clothes on, and are feeling a little sexy.’ Or maybe the description ‘girlie video’ would be good. You know, GIRLS! Naked, naughty, doing things their mothers told them not to... but that their mothers themselves *must* have done, or these girls would never have been born!) Anyway, there are two girls, both of them with young, firm bodies, and they are waiting for someone. They’re both a little shy about being filmed. In one shot, a girl, lying on a couch as she’s waiting, rolls over onto her belly. She blushes as she rolls over, and laughs. A second girl, just out of view of the camera, is watching her. How wonderful it is to watch this young, camera-shy girl, laughing and blushing as she rolls onto her belly and shows the other girl her bottom. She’s naked, at that moment, and she puts her hands down next to her thighs. One wonders, is she toying with the idea of slipping her hands under her and masturbating? She’s obviously excited, and feeling a little guilty about something! You never get to see her masturbate, but just the thought that she might be thinking about it, in an innocent, guilt-ridden way, is enough to get me off! Another great thing about the segment featuring the ‘waiting’ girls is the clothes they’re wearing. One girl, in particular, has on a fantastic garment that I can only describe as ‘bedroom overalls.’ Despite a passing resemblance to farmer’s overalls, these are definitely overalls tailored to the body of a girl, and they’re made to sleep in. The girl wearing them looks delicious as she slips out of the overalls and then, at the end of the scene, puts them back on again. On to the next segment! This one features two girls at a playground. They are both nude. The segment begins with them riding on a see-saw. One girl gazes at the other’s bush as they ride the see-saw. You can see she’s interested in looking at the other girl’s bush, and yet embarrassed by the fact that she’s interested in seeing it. What a great shot! You have to watch that in slow motion to pick up the sense of it. You could easily think, ‘Oh well, two girls on a see-saw. So what?’ But when you slow the tape down, and watch it repeatedly, you can then understand the interest the blonde girl has in looking at the brunette’s bush, and her shyness about it. From the shyness of one girl gazing at another, we go to a segment where two girls are more physical. There are two girls, just undressed, who get into a shower. One’s dominant, one’s submissive. They’re not fantastically attractive, but the submissive girl has a great ass and it’s put to good use. What happens? Well, her girlfriend takes hold of her, in the shower. She makes her turn around. She makes her bend forward, and there is a lovely shot of her being forcibly bent forward, and made to display her bottom to her friend. (Take note, pornographers: This is not a crass showing of the bottom, as in, “Show me your ass, you bitch.” No! No! It is, rather, a scene in which the submissive girl is made to *present* her bottom to her partner. There’s a big difference between a loving partner forcing a girl to show her bottom (good), and the crass, “here’s her ass, guys!” showing of bottoms that you see in all the porno movies (bad). One is a loving, if forcible, showing of the bottom, as between a bride and a groom. The other, frequently seen in porno movies, is just low-class vaudeville.) Interestingly, even though both girls are in the shower, the hair on their heads is still dry. This is an excellent touch. For, as we see, the submissive is about to get her bottom wet, while the rest of her remains dry. The dominant girl pops open a bottle of liquid soap. She squirts it on the submissive girl’s bottom and makes a great display of washing that girl’s bottom. One is left to wonder if, in fact, the submissive girl is having her bottom prepared for a whipping, or soothed after being whipped. Then, after the bottom-washing, both girls kiss. That’s a good scene, the shower scene. It unfolds at a slow, sexy pace, and ends with both girls totally wet, smiling at each other and embracing. In another segment, a blonde is by herself, on a table. She is absolutely, utterly perfect in every way, both in her face and her body. She’s delightfully young. With naive hands she takes a grapefruit and rubs it all over herself, concentrating (of course!) on her bush and her nipples. I didn’t actually find the scene as exciting as I’d hoped I would, despite repeated viewings. However, it is nice to see how perfect she looks, and how innocently she plays with herself. Perhaps, in the end, the scene didn’t work because, despite her obvious innocence, she isn’t camera-shy. One fears she could have shoved a bathroom plunger up her ass, and been totally oblivious to the fact that she was doing it. But she is quite pretty, and deserves high marks for her beauty, and her willingness to pose naked. All in all, this video is worth buying, because the girls are, at least in some cases, young and pretty, and sometimes they blush, and sometimes the camera manages to catch them in ingenue poses. DANCING ON THE HEAD OF A PIN by Steve De France I’m driving down the 110 freeway heading toward Long Beach When this asshole cuts me off. I don’t really mind. After all I’ve been cut off all afternoon. In fact, every kind of low-life has tried to run me off the road. Why the fuck should I mind? William Blake wanted to know how many angels could fit on the head of a pin. Or was it dance? I don’t remember. What I want to know is how many assholes can stand on the exact same spot before the world tips over? I believe it is 70 trillion and one. The end is near. AND IN THE END... CLINTON’S LEGACY “Bill Clinton is a master at playing to people’s fear.” - Time, January 5, 1998, pg. 92. -------------------------- 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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