Message-ID: <6932eli$9803141331@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 351 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: <3509D1A8.1216@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Bell Bottoms... Political Turmoil... Forbidden Books... WELCOME TO 1968 !!! (plus 30 years) Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: Mr. Handy Issue No. 351 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Dungeon of Desire Chapter Four Dick accepted his tea from Katy and, for the first time, seemed a little concerned as he made sure he didn’t spill any of it on his dick. We drank, he and I, looking at each other, our eyes hot, my panties in my mouth, my tea soaking them as I slowly sipped and swallowed. Katy drank her tea and even Jennifer, kneeling beside her mistress, was given a cup for herself and drank gratefully. She kept her head bowed all the while, watching her nude bosoms as they moved inside her sheer blouse. “We’ll have our noodles later,” Katy said when we’d drunk down our tea. She stood and Jennifer stood with her, gasping at the plight of her bottom as she unbent. Dick rose up, I followed his lead. Katy ushered us from the room. We passed down a hall and then proceeded down dim steps that led to the cellar. I walked with nervous knees, almost falling over several times. Katy, getting behind me for the walk down the steps, guided me, her hands on my shoulders. Dick, with Jennifer in front of him, clasping her round her waist with his hands, led the way. Dick seemed eager. He was tortuously hard and I guessed he was ready for anything, if it involved three females and the chance of his getting off. When we were all downstairs Katy turned on a light and the entire vista of her dungeon opened before our eyes. I gasped. Despite my panties in my mouth, soaked with tea and tasting of me, I gasped. Beside me, trembling in her sheer blouse, all the rest of her naked, I heard Jennifer gasp. For both of us, it was the first time seeing more than just the steps and the entrance. Perhaps she’d never been down here at all, for her surprised voice echoed even more sharply within the stone depths. The Puritans would have loved it down here. At least on first sight. There were stakes where witches might be burnt, or strangled. There were stocks for naughty boys to be fixed into, or girls, with their head and hands and feet imprisoned and immobile, left to sit on hotseats of burning embers. Perhaps, with their pants pulled down, they would have to pee on the coals to extinguish their heat. I saw cages and a rape rack and much else besides, all of it made of wood within the stone walls that enclosed us. And above, chains hung down, menacingly. Despite the number of chains I saw no spider webs. They were expertly cleaned, I guessed, or used often. Along the walls whips hung. I saw every variety. I could not tell all that I saw, for it was unknown to me, just leather and wood and chains, all intermingled, all ominous. “Please take off your kimonos so we can begin,” Katy said to the three of us. As if to inspire us she pulled open her own robe. Her luscious breasts presented themselves, quivering softly, their tips hard and her mouth sighing a little as she let Dick see her figure. She showed no embarrassment as her kimono fell away from her bush, letting us see all of her, from her belly button down to her toes. She took her kimono and folded it neatly and draped it over a sawhorse. Then, to speed Dick in his undressing, she went to him and accepted his robe and folded it for him. She placed it over the sawhorse on top of hers. I sensed a chance to free myself from all but my handcuffs. Quietly I put a bondage mitt to my mouth and spit out my panties. I laid them in all their spit and tea soaked-glory on a glossy, lacquered nightstand near me. I felt strange as I placed them right in front of a crystal vase that had been filled, by somebody, with fresh roses. They were one of the few dashes of color in the dungeon. Unable to resist, I bent and sniffed them. Their aroma was rich and heady. I straightened up. I put a bondage mitt to my face and bit at the little bow-tied drawstring which held it to my wrist. I got the string undone with my teeth and then pulled the mitt off my hand with my mouth. I spit the whole thing down onto the table next to my crumpled panties. Glancing at Katy, I saw she was still busy with Dick. As if to reward the large Officer boy for his compliance, she’d knelt before him and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. She gazed up at him, all eyes, admiring the muscled excellence of his frame as he filled her with himself. Jennifer crept up to me. She was bereft of anything to do and still chastely wore her blouse. She had a dazed, passionate look in her eyes. I guessed she’d only been whipped, aroused, but not yet finished off. Her cunny must be buzzing and driving her to distraction, I realized. I bit into my other drawstring on my remaining mitt and undid it and pulled it off. “I can get your cuffs off if...” Jennifer’s voice trailed away. A guilty look came to her eyes. I was eager to have the handcuffs off me and I nodded quietly. But I said nothing. Jennifer opened the drawer of the nightstand. There was a little box within and it had a combination lock on it. “This might not work... but I heard (she paused to remember his name) Sauron tell Katy that he’d put in new combinations for their lockboxes. I wasn’t supposed to hear, of course. There should be a skeleton key inside.” She twisted the combination knob and I watched hopefully. “6, 6, 6,” she spun out. And then she tried it. Nothing. “Wait! The last one is sixteen,” she remembered. And she entered the combination again and, to my vast relief, the box popped open. She withdrew the key and undid me. I smiled gratefully at her as I rubbed my wrists. She laid the steel handcuffs down next to my wet panties. Jennifer, happy with herself for giving me to herself as a prize, put her hands to my waist. She fumbled with the belt of my kimono, opening it, staring at my face and my bare breasts as they heaved softly up and down with my tense breathing. I must confess I felt a sudden sensuousness flood my being as my eyes stared deep into hers. She had a softness and an innocence about her and I remembered how we’d felt so close, for a little while at least, at the dance. Jennifer slipped my kimono from me and I did not protest as it fell to the floor. I let myself be made nude before her. Our eyes met again and then she looked at my breasts again and she leaned forward. Like a baby finding its mother, she parted her lips and gently put them to my right nipple. Her mouth was compliant, open but nurturing. She drew my nipple between her teeth, her lips like a baby’s lips, all suckly and appreciative. Then, as if too hungry for my own good, she bit lustily down upon my nipple. “OW!” I cried. I jerked backward and tried to pull my breast away but she had my nipple firmly clamped between her teeth. I turned my head to look for help from Katy. She saw what we were up to and eased Dick’s stiff penis from her mouth. I thought he might fight her but he simply watched. He was awed by her dragon-like beauty. She had him in the palm of her hand. She unbent her sleek body and rose. Briefly she kissed Dick’s lips and then she strode over to us. I sighed with relief as Katy detached Jennifer’s wicked lips from my bosom. “I’m sorry,” Jennifer apologized to me. She watched as Katy examined my breast. There was a set of teeth marks in the areola just where the nipple thrust forth. “I guess I got carried away,” Jennifer said. She seemed hungry and she squeezed her thighs tightly together and put a hand to her belly and rubbed it. But she wasn’t hungry for food, I knew. She was eager for a sexual feast. Yet, somehow, she twisted between wanting to fuck and wanting not to. It was as if she were fighting within herself. She would have to be forced, I realized. She’d taken out her angst on my poor nipple, which I now held possessively in my hands after having it examined by Katy. Katy went behind me and picked up my kimono from the floor. She folded it. She went and laid it over her kimono on the sawhorse. Katy turned and gazed at Jennifer. The girl had retreated to the base of the stairs and looked as if she might run up them. She held her sheer blouse closely about her. But her hips wriggled beneath it, as if she needed to use the bathroom. She didn’t. She needed to be loved, to have Dick lodge his big banana within her cunny. She hesitated to join us, but at the same time she did not run up the stairs and try to flee either. NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND by holy joe A Place in the Sun, by David Hamilton, $39.95. Hardcover. Many color pages. Web: http://www.barnesandnoble.com Review: Let me tell you what it’s like to be an American. I have about a billion porno magazines. What I don’t have is a girlfriend. So, this month, I told myself, “Look, Joe, no more porn.” I knew I’d want to buy the Playboy Newsstand Specials at the end of March but, other than that, I figured the last thing I needed was more pictures of girls. What I really knew I didn’t need was those photo-books of young girls that everyone’s talking about. You know, Jock Sturges’ Radiant Identities and David Hamilton’s The Age of Innocence, available from Barnes and Noble. I knew those, being books, and sold in the Art and Photography section of a bookstore, would be quite expensive. So, I have my plan. I’m all set. I’ll buy Playboy, and that’s it. Then, I picked up TIME magazine. There’s an article in this week’s TIME by its resident prude, Bruce Handy. He calls Sturges’ and Hamilton’s books “beyond the pale.” The article really pissed me off. It also scared me. I told myself, “Joe, if you ever want to go look at those books, now’s the time!” Today I went to Barnes and Noble. Guess what? Both books were sold out. However, you can special order them. In fact, the Hamilton book is selling so well that it qualifies for Barnes and Nobles’ standard ten percent off for bestselling books. (I didn’t ask about the Sturges book. It’s obvious from the article in TIME that it’s Hamilton’s book that really stirred up the blood of Bruce Handy.) Now here comes the really interesting part: In searching for the book by Hamilton, I found an earlier book by him. It’s titled, “A Place in the Sun.” Believe it or not, I bumped into this book last December. Guess what? Last December, after looking it over, I decided not to buy it. I forgot about it. Now, I own it. It’s a lovely book. It features teenage girls in the nude, in a tropical setting. It also has pictures of storms, old wooden huts, and other (non-girl) pictures in it. I didn’t really want to spend $39.95 for this book. I would much rather have saved my money, or used it to buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and magazines like that. However, after long thought and consideration, I finally went ahead and bought it. Having bought a book with nude girls in it that I didn’t actually find arousing, guess what I did next? I went to Tower Books. I bought REAL porno magazines, that I could jack off to. I now own seven new ‘real’ porno magazines, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, and one ‘kiddie porn’ book by David Hamilton. All because Mr. Handy (nice name) decided to write his fucking article in TIME. I still don’t have a girlfriend. You may want to go to Barnes and Noble and have a look at David Hamilton’s ‘A Place in the Sun.’ It’s nothing but a pleasant book of ‘bathing beauties’ but, if you’re 13, you may be eager to see what girls similar in age to yourself look like. Also, there are other books at Barnes and Noble. I know when I was 13, any book in any way that was remotely connected to nude humans or sex was of great interest to me. Here, then, is holy joe’s patented way for boys to look at books at Barnes and Noble: 1. Find the Art and Photography section. 2. Find the book you want and take it off the shelf. 3. Immediately proceed to another part of the bookstore. 4. Place the book you want to view up on a shelf. Put it up high. Make it quite obvious to anyone who passes by that you are viewing this book. (Don’t worry about people seeing the cover of the book. If you stand the book up on a shelf, and open it flat (standing up) the books on the shelf behind it will block the cover.) 5. Find the introduction in the front of the book. Put your thumb there. 6. Ogle the girls in the book. 7. When someone passes by, quickly flip over to the introduction (where your thumb is). 8. When the person has left, flip back to the girls you were ogling. By using my patented viewing method, you can spend many hours at Barnes and Noble looking at photos of naked girls, without any embarrassment. Now, you may say, “I’m not interested in photos. I want to read a small paperback book. You know, a paperback book that has sex in it!” Simple dimple. Here’s my holy joe method for doing that: 1. Find the sex paperback you want to read. 2. Proceed immediately to another part of the bookstore. 3. Pick up a boring paperback. Put it in your hand, in front of the sex paperback. 4. Read the sex paperback. Anyone who passes by will think you’re reading about, say, mathematics, but you’ll really be reading about sex! What if you want to look at, say, a porno magazine? (That has dirty ads for phone sex on its back cover?) 1. Pick up the sex magazine. 2. Pick up TIME. 3. Put the sex magazine inside TIME. 4. You can now look at the sex magazine, but everyone else will think you’re reading TIME. (If TIME is too small to cover the sex magazine, grab a bigger magazine, like Scientific American.) It is also important to note this: If you are reading a sex paperback, sometimes the back of the book has a sexy back cover. You will need to angle your body in toward the book rack so that it blocks the back cover of the sex paperback. Or, alternatively, grab two boring books, and put the sex paperback in between them. (Oh yes. If you get an erection in your pants, bend one of your knees. This won’t ease the pain of your erection, but it tends to loosen the crotch of your pants, so that your erection is less visible.) Well, Mr. Handy! You sure have proven to be a handy fellow. (In more ways than one!) You will take note, I hope, of the presence of the Internet. Even if you manage to get Sturges and Hamilton’s books banned from Barnes and Noble, what are you going to do about people who put the pictures in those books up on the Internet? From, say, Mexico or Denmark, where United States law doesn’t apply? Fortunately, regardless of the fate of the Sturges and Hamilton books, there’s still Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! A global publication, every issue of which is already swamping the Internet and is, besides that, totally free! Sports Illustrated, Winter 1998, $5.95. Web: http://www.swimsuit.cnnsi.com Review: What a great cover! And a great concept too: “Heidi Klum Straddles the Equator.” (While nearly baring her bosoms!) Inside, things aren’t so hot. Many of the models look like boring housewives. However, a picture which I did think fairly good was of Rebecca Romijn, on page 68. She’s squatting down, as if to take a dump! Then, there’s a real treat, on page 60. It’s of Lae tit ia Casta. God, what a girl-- and what a swimsuit! This luscious brunette was photographed at an icy ski resort. But she just can’t tolerate being without her bikini! So she lined it with fur, and is the only bikini-babe in Vail. Drool over her as she contemplates hitting the slopes in her snuggly swimsuit. Or is she glancing down at her friends in a hot tub, and contemplating ditching her swimsuit and joining them? Only your imagination knows for sure! AND IN THE END... “Half-formed breasts are bared, fingers are coyly sucked, panties pulled at, genitalia caught artfully winking out of bathing suits.” - Bruce Handy, salivating in TIME, March 16, 1998, pg. 56. (Could you please write some sex stories, Mr. Handy? You’re pretty good! -h.j.) -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Back issues (and stories): type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen. Next, Type in: roller39@idt.net in the box that appears. 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