Message-ID: <7631eli$9801211626@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: fixed FUCK DECENCY 339 Dungeon of Desire NND 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: <34C58AF0.5A99@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- REMOVAL OF OVARIES REDUCES FEMINIST TENDENCIES Amherst, Mass. (UP) - Doctors today announced a breakthrough which may help control feminists. The breakthrough was based on a year-long study of women who have had their ovaries removed. The results of the study showed that women who are unable to reproduce sexually are less likely to engage in feminist behavior. The president praised the results upon hearing them, saying, “Men everywhere will celebrate these results. Anything that helps control feminism is a blessing to our nation.” Doctors described the procedure and its effects in an hour-long news conference. “Basically, the problem of feminism is womb-related,” Dr. Albert Justice explained to reporters. “Take away a woman’s reproductive capability, and she will have less interest in men.” Doctors were asked about the cost of the procedure. “This is definitely an issue,” Dr. Justice agreed. “That’s why we’re recommending a much safer procedure as an everyday alternative that can be employed by the courts to control feminists. Our findings show that simply by removing a woman’s clitoris, the same effects can be achieved as would be achieved by removing her ovaries. In fact, the effects may be enhanced. A woman without a clitoris won’t be able to experience an orgasm and, hence, will be less likely to associate with men and to possibly engage in harmful feminist behavior in their presence.” Dr. Justice also described other ways courts might use to control feminists: “We are recommending the immediate removal of the nipples of any woman convicted of feminism,” Dr. Justice said. “A woman wouldn’t even have to take off her dress to conform to a court order requiring her nipples to be removed. It would be quick, safe, and with anesthetics it would be painless. Of course, some judges have indicated to us that the infliction of pain in the procedure might in fact help other women to refrain from feminist behavior.” Before concluding, the news conference delved into the troublesome issue of feminists who have been proven to be totally unable to control their behavior. “It’s true there are some feminists for whom clitoral removal, or even removal of the ovaries, will not be helpful,” Dr. Justice said. “These are truly hard cases, because no matter how much help the woman is given, she still insists on being a feminist. But our study has come up with a solution even for these very sick individuals,” Dr. Justice said. “We have found that, in all cases, removal of the brain will cure them.” Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: Crab the dog Issue No. 339 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Dungeon of Desire Chapter Two Like Riding Hood, waiting for Grandma in a most unique bed of my own, I lay with hips upraised on Miriam’s “Love Hump.” The guests turned their attention to me again as turned from the mattress and walked briskly back to the Hump. I noticed everyone fiddling with the rose petals they held. They were eager to begin, to please me. I had nothing to do but lie and wait for it. Yet I teasingly lifted my ass a little, parting my thighs, and showed them my pussy with a seductive little smile prettying my face. They loved it. The women clapped and the men impulsively reached for their dongs and stroked them. “Oh!” a woman cried, as a spattering of sperm suddenly flew from the penis tip of a man behind her and landed on her bare bottom. “Dick! Not yet!” a woman beside the man who’d just cum implored him. “I-I’m still hard,” the man assured her. He seemed a little surprised as his length did not diminish and his thickness remained the same. Yet the woman he’d shot off on was forced to wipe herself with her hand. She found wiping him off a little disagreeable, I thought, his gunk making her hands all sticky. But she consoled herself by putting her gooey fingers into her mouth. Her boyfriend eyed her suspiciously. “I hope you don’t like his taste better than mine,” he said. “No, I just don’t, well--Miriam hates to see good sperm wasted,” the female replied. “Yes, excellent! You are most welcome at all my parties, dear, if you have respect for men’s sperm!” Miriam proclaimed. “I hope to have a regular troupe here soon, everyone knowing how precious it is to be able to play naked and fuck. We’ll watch romances in between times, to keep you men from being too beastly.” The two waiters appeared, carrying a spreader bar. Miriam told them to put it between my feet. “Is this really necessary?” I asked, gritting my teeth a little as I felt the leather loops at each end of the bar wrapped round my ankles. The bar was three feet wide! I would be utterly theirs now, not even able to tease anymore, for my legs were captive and spread, like butterfly wings on a pegboard. “Yes, you might get sore, and I need you to stay open ‘til the last man or the last woman has had fun pleasuring you,” Miriam told me. “Don’t worry, I’ve got KY right here to keep everything nice and wet.” She showed me the bottle and then squeezed a bit of it into my open gash. I was quite moist now. There was nothing left to do save to accept my fate and ride it out. Sauron dropped the first petal. I felt a little angry at him and pretended to catch at it with my mouth, but I purposely missed it. If Miriam noticed, she did not complain. I think she preferred joining unfamiliar lovers in sex games. Since I’d arrived with Sauron, she preferred that another fuck me. Katy was next. Again I pretended to grab at her down-floating petal with my teeth. Again I made sure I missed. Next came Sharon. She was nice, a little flakey, I tried hard for her petal for I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. But I missed. And then Sandy, lean and fire-eyed and tawny brown from playing long hours in the sun, dropped her petal. Something about her smouldering gaze made me feel I had to do my best to catch it. And, my lips closing on it, my eyes widening in surprise, I realized I had. Sandy smiled a cat’s smile. Without even a moment’s hesitation, she extruded her little tongue from her lips and dove for my twat. I jerked. I felt a pink spear stab into my softness. My hips rolled on the Hump. I gasped. She found my clitty and tortured it. With heaving breasts, suffering a tension of need as Sandy withdrew her tongue, I gasped out the remnants of my first orgasm. Sandy had, as expertly as a nurse, brought me off. My gash yearned for new attention. She left my hips and sauntered past my head. She gazed down at my face and looked as if she would sit on it, if she could. But Miriam didn’t want me to be a brownnose, at least not yet. Sandy flicked her head, pretending she hadn’t really wanted me as Miriam cautioned her not to sit. She strode back to her husband and told him to try me next. He approached. I did not know his name. I wanted to ask, but he scared me. He was brawny and hard all over from weightlifting, not least at the point that made itself quite important, standing up in all 12 of its glorious inches from the center of his form. With an iron grip he seized my thighs with his palms. “No, you must toss your petal first,” Miriam told him. He glared at her. “I’m not a fag,” he retorted. “Just let me fuck her.” “Would you like me to throw your petal for you?” Sharon asked him. He nodded at the strawberry blonde. She accepted the petal from him and turned to me. She did not get behind the hump. He was taking up all the space where she might have stood. Leaning out, standing beside me, letting her breasts hang right over me as if they were cow’s udders waiting for milktime, Sharon let the little petal fly. I watched leery-eyed as it wafted down toward me. This was cheating! Yet, afraid of the man between my legs, I parted my lips and bobbed my head in little upward-rising motions. And I caught it! I held the rose petal between my lips and realized I was in for the fucking of my young life. With hands of steel the man yanked my thighs even wider than they already were. I coughed and cried out, losing my petal. He stabbed at me with his prick. Miriam, helpfully, squirted a long stream of oil upon his length as he made to put it up me. I screamed. His entry was dynamic, pushy, unloving. He just wanted IN, and my virgin-like tightness was not about to delay him. He fucked me with hard-stabbing strokes and I felt my inner muscles give way. Up he went, making me cry aloud as his hot-iron poker rammed deep into me. Tears stung my eyes. He didn’t love me. He just wanted to shoot. I was convenient. He let Sandy, his wife, turn his face with her uplifted palm. Looking at her, not at me, he kissed her. With flashing, deep-penetrating strokes Sandy’s hubby reamed me as she and he kissed. Their tongues interwove. Her hands stroked his ass and cupped his large hanging balls. He kept my thighs rippingly-wide and forced me to take him entirely in thundering, merciless thrusts. For long minutes I was forced to endure his assault. At last, enjoying himself immensely, his own wife squeezing his balls with encouragement, my carefree lover spurted his seed into my cunt. I cried with passion as his rudeness sent new waves of orgasm through me. I shivered, I bucked, I tossed my head and wished it would be over, yet also wished it would not be. Withdrawing himself at last, my lover left me. Sandy bent and kissed my tummy and licked up a little of her hubby’s sperm from my dell. Then they walked away. His ass was small, tight, hairy. He let it relax as he walked away from me. I watched the tension evaporate from the hinds. Sandy, still needing her own release, swung her hips eagerly. Together, holding hands, they both sat down on Jennifer’s mattress. She was still holding her knees. Sandy crawled over to her and undid her arms. “Lie back,” I heard her whisper. “Have you ever rubbed clits with a woman?” I did not hear Jennifer’s answer. Sandy’s face murmured over hers and then all sounds of words were replaced by soft tremulous sighs and kissed. Sandy, with businesslike acumen, fitted her legs within the intertwining legs of Jennifer, so that their slits would rub exactly together. Now the crowd parted. All pretense was lost as one group sought Jennifer’s mattress, while the other dropped their petals and descended on me. All was shamelessness. Miriam herself positioned herself over my face and then lowered her big woman’s bottom onto my nose. I inhaled. I smelt bathroom smells, but with a mingling of perfume. “Lick my hole,” Miriam told me. I felt hands grope between my legs and fingers, seeking my clitty, brush through my pubic hair. I stuck out my tongue. I wedged it between Miriam’s ass cheeks even as a tongue lapped the undercurve of my own bottom. HOT OFF THE PRESS by holy joe Exotic Magazine, Volume 5, Number 5, $1.95. 8 1/2” x 11” magazine, 46 pages with a slick cover. X Publishing, Inc., 625 SW 10th Avenue, Suite 324B, Portland, OR 97205. E-mail: xmag@teleport.com Web: http://www.xmag.com Review: Yikes! I thought I was going to get shot when I opened this magazine! There’s a girl on the cover, looking directly at me, and she’s pointing a gun at me. It looks quite realistic, almost like 3-D. Perhaps my nerves have become frayed. Today I was at the mall. It was eleven o’clock in the morning, on a weekday. I was leaving the mall, but I had to stop my car for a moment. In order not to cause anybody any problems, I parked as far away from everyone and everything else as I possibly could. Then I got out of my car and took care of my business. (No, I wasn’t peeing.) I was standing next to my car for about three minutes when I see two security trucks circling around me. Then, one of them, his headlights blazing, pulls up to where I’m standing. He wants to know what I’m doing standing in the parking lot. I told him, “I’m a human being and I’m on planet earth.” I figured, maybe he thought I was from Venus. So this rent-a-cop tells me that the mall’s parking lot “isn’t a public park.” (Wouldn’t you know, I had this exact sort of thing happen to me previously at a public park.) In my opinion, America has become an insane country. Everywhere you go you’re watched, monitored, and analyzed. And the people doing the analysis aren’t exactly Ph.d’s. It was even worse a few years ago, when all the security people were bone-headed 20-year-olds, fresh out of high school and eager to prove how moralistic they were. Nowadays, as was the case with me today, the security people are more likely to be washed-out middle-aged guys. But it’s still a pain in the ass to have to deal with them. Years ago, security people actually had (some) brains. They knew to ‘play it cool.’ They wouldn’t just rush up to some guy and start fucking with him. They’d wait. They knew that, if you waited, you were more likely to find out what the person was actually doing. This is helpful, since if the person is committing a crime you then have real evidence, instead of having to make it up. In my opinion, the current state of American society is self-destructive. We are experiencing a ‘law and order’ craze. My feeling however is that this craze will ultimately backfire. In my case, it already has. This ‘law and order’ craze is the very reason I publish Fuck Decency. In the latest issue of Exotic Magazine, there is an excellent article about a 16-year-old who was talking to his friend. They were talking to each other, having a private conversation. But, unfortunately for the 16-year-old, the mayor of Falls City, Iowa was standing nearby. He arrested the 16-year-old for violating a local ordinance against “profane language.” The 16-year-old was taken to the police station. He was questioned. He was charged. Several days later, the 16-year-old apologized. Nonetheless, he still had to show up in court, and the charges against him were only dropped when the ACLU got involved. My advice to the 16-year-old is to publish on the Internet. America was never meant to be some weird, tight-assed police state. And, like I said, the whole ‘law and order’ craze looks to me like it’s going to backfire. By publishing, say, ‘Fuck the Mayor’ regularly on the Internet, you will actually help ameliorate the excessiveness of this craze, and lessen the backfire effect. The mayor is a public figure, so you can say anything you want about him, provided you’re not expressing “actual malice.” Don’t threaten him with physical harm, and don’t be malicious. What’s malicious? It’s hard to say, but basically if you use some judgement with regard to what you’re writing, you won’t have any problem. For instance, it might be of interest to the mayor that right next to the article about him, there’s a highly educational article about sex. In reading this article, I was able to add two new words to my vocabulary. I learned that “felching” means: “sucking sperm out of your partner’s orifice after anal sex.” Even better, guess what “shrimping” means, Mr. Mayor? It means: “the same as felching, except using a straw.” (Page 30.) Now I must admit, that is clever, isn’t it? “Belching” is, of course, having stuff come out of your mouth. And now some wise sage has come up with a word for stuff (specifically, sperm) going into your mouth: “felching”. Be careful, however! “Felching” is a word that’s dangerously close to “filching.” Imagine if you wanted to report a case of “filching” to the mayor, perhaps of public monies, and you accidentally said “felching” instead of filching! Then you’d be accusing the person who filched of sucking sperm, and you’d be violating the local ordinance against bad words, too! (But then there could be two trials, instead of just one, which I suppose would make all the ‘law and order’ people happy.) Other articles in this magazine include “Babes, Guns and Rock-N-Roll,” “Boogie Nights,” “StripperRock,” and “Hurts So Good,” which reports on the “living in leather conference.” Exotic Magazine is a monthly publication from Portland, Oregon that has lots of ads for strippers in it. So if you know any mayors who need to loosen up, perhaps a copy of this magazine, sent to their address, will help them in finding a place to let off some steam. (Or whatever else is backed-up inside them.) 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