Message-ID: <7492eli$9804021817@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 363 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: <3522FF2F.3D11@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- EARN YOUR DEGREE in Pedophile Studies! FULLY ACCREDITED by Temple (of Pan) University! Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Hamilton? Sturges? http://www.amazon.com Issue No. 363 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter One The girl blanched. She drew back but this only put her closer to the woman and the woman gagged her all the more quickly. Kate found herself tasting canvas. It was shoved back into her mouth so that she could not close her lips over it. Her tongue was pushed back by the gag so that she could not speak at all. Kate offered her breasts as she was gagged, quite involuntarily, of course. But Maria tweaked her nipples, playfully, perhaps to keep her obedient as the woman gagged her and tied the knot firmly into the back of her head. When Kate was gagged, the woman who had bound her mouth took a key and unlocked the handcuffs which bound Kate’s elbows. Kate felt them spring outward and immediately her posture relaxed a little. Her arms felt sore from being so tightly constrained. She wanted to rub them but the woman did not free her wrists. Maria contemplated Kate’s belly button with her finger. “You are ready now, my dear,” she said. “Ready to be spanked hard, to break you down emotionally, and then have penises put into all your girlish holes. As you can see, the men are quite well fitted out for your denouement. You might have fucked before, with your boyfriend, but now you will be really tested.” Maria stroked Kate’s hair, watching how it fell across her shoulders and hung down to the level of her boobs. She drew it back so that none of it could obscure her body in any way. With a sinking heart Kate heard a snipping of scissors and realized that the insidious woman behind her, who’d put a gag on her, was now cutting apart her little fashionable vest and her blouse. Instead of letting her hands be free, and having Kate undress for them, they simply were ruining Kate’s favorite clothes, cutting them off her, and Kate wondered frantically what she’d wear when it was time for her to go home. “She has a nice slim back,” the woman behind Kate commented. Kate felt the woman’s hands run up her spine and feel her ribs. Her vest, shorn from her shoulders, dropped to the floor. Kate felt her blouse slip quickly away as the scissors separated it from her body. Kate’s nipples seemed ever more stiff as she felt the scissors do their work. She prayed that they would rise up and cut her gag off, but that did not happen. “Shall I cut her hair?” the woman with the scissors asked Maria. “It is too long and it hides her back.” Maria, who was playing with the loop of the crop in Kate’s belly button, poking at it, replied, “A little. Not too short, but a little.” Kate felt a shivering fear possess her as the wicked scissors sliced across her back. Even her hair! She looked down and saw her beautiful mane of hair shortened as the snips cut by the scissors fell to the floor, sprinkling her torn-away blouse and her vest. Maria, who’d grown bored with her smooth tummy and its little inpoking belly button, let her hand drift down to Kate’s sex, where her tuft of private hair grew. Maria tugged at the little curling wisps of hair on Kate’s sex and the girl wondered if she’d be shorn there next, perhaps by a straight-edged razor, working quickly and cutting her sex lips as it shaved her clean. Kate could think of nothing now but escaping and it frightened her that she had no hope of doing that. Never had she been in a predicament like this; not when a man had followed her home, not when a guy had gone too far with her. Here, among these adults, all was soft and insidiously caring even as Kate felt her hair shortened. Women refilled punch glasses for each other and the men. Mustard was squirted on crackers topped by cheese and the little crackers were eaten, the guests growing bored as they watched Maria tease Kate. The men were as hard and expectant as ever but they let their girlfriends feed them crackers and little sausages as they waited for permission to fuck. Maria controlled all with just a glance. She expected them to wait and, despite their hardness, they seemed in no hurry, rather enjoying their erections and the attention it brought them from their wives and girlfriends. The females squirmed a little, their own need increasing. They walked with hips that swayed ever more invitingly, and a few rubbed each others pussies, briefly, to assuage the heat rising within their wombs. Surely Eden, had it been stocked with more than one man and one woman, would have looked like this. Fingers prepared crackers and then fed them, increasingly, not into the mouth that had commanded their making but into the mouth of another. They fed each other. At Maria’s insistence they concentrated on feeding not their wives or their husbands, but others instead, so that the helpful fingers that probed with crackers into waiting, open mouths fed the mouth of a stranger, not a familiar lover. As the guests giggled and enjoyed a naked feast, Maria turned her attention once again to Kate. The girl jerked as the woman behind her poked a finger between her ass cheeks and probed her anus. “Do not expect much comfort at first, although we’ve been nice to you up ‘til now,” Maria told Kate. “You are not a child. If you were, and your lover had brought you to me, I might simply spank you over my knee. A spank, a quick poke of his penis, some loving kisses to console you, and a lollipop would be all that was required, or wanted. Just yesterday a darling 10-year-old model was brought, by her lover, a man she greatly admired and wanted to please. I asked her if she really wanted to lose her hymen, and she nodded so enthusiastically, not knowing, perhaps, what it really meant for her, but eager to please all the same. I gave her her first bare-bottomed spanking. Girls these days! Can you imagine that they go through a whole decade of life, or even two, and their fathers never put them over their knees and spank them? I’m sure girls these days are no gooder than girls in previous ages. But, anyway, when she was all teary-eyed and I’d hoped that I’d knocked some sense into her, I asked her again if she really wanted to lose her virginity. And she nodded, crying now, just as enthusiastically as she had before, poor dear. So I took her upstairs and gave her a teddy bear to hug and I pulled her lover’s pants down and kissed him and told him to do his work. He was a little afraid himself, I think, not about the Law, you know, for he had dated her and had to deal with that sort of problem every day, but rather he was afraid for her. With her white legs spread out on the bed, hugging her teddy and showing her sex to him, all vulnerable and open as she could be and ready, he looked at her and was afraid he might hurt her. I assured him he couldn’t. She would scream a little, and there would be a little blood, but she was old enough to take him and I pushed him forward so that he would not leave her waiting too long. I didn’t want her to recant, now that she’d come this far. But still he wouldn’t fuck her, though he’d striven mightily to win her and fend off the State. He started kissing her belly (which might, you know, swell with his seed, though I did do my best to prevent that) and he said over and over, “My virgin! My little virgin!” “Well, I was about ready to whip out a strap-on dildo and fuck the girl myself, it was taking so long! But finally, with me stroking his hips and encouraging him and telling him it was O.K., and exciting him too, he plunged into her. “And that was it. When she’d been broken open and fucked a good long time (he had amazing reserve, even in fucking her), I got her up and tidied her and sent her home. I let her keep the teddy bear. She went out holding his hand, her hips wriggling happily, and a little sorely, I would presume. But I was not about to let her do more. You, on the other hand, my dear, though you might be almost as innocent as that girl, must be given much more. I intend to keep you here at least a full week and to open you up in every possible way. You must learn to fully accept a man. Not just in your cunt, but in your precious bottom. And your mouth, too, though its gagged now, must be trained to give the best blowjobs. Believe me, how ever much you’ve practised, I can teach you more in the art of blowing a man’s penis. It will be a very intrusive week for you. Do not expect to own or control your body in any way.” CLOTHED AT THE NEWSSTAND by holy joe Hump, April 1998, $2.95. The magazine “for girls who dare to be real.” Send address change to: JUMP, P.O. Box 55954, Boulder, CO 80328. No web site listed. No e-mail address listed. No phone number listed (for ordering copies through the mail.) No address listed (for ordering single copies through the mail.) Q: Are we in business, or are we just yanking our weider? Published by Joe Weider. Review: Recently I was in Brooklyn. (Hey, somebody has to be there, right?) I was passing by the Brooklyn Academy of Music. I must admit, I was rather shocked that there was an ‘Academy of Music’ in Brooklyn, but what do I know? I went inside. I didn’t go in to the Academy of Music to appreciate music, however. I had to use the toilet. I looked all around for the bathroom. But I couldn’t find it. Then I said to myself, “Joe, you know how these Art people are. They’re always doing something perverted. Think like a pervert. Then maybe you’ll find the toilet.” I did. Sure enough, there was their toilet, sitting right out in public view! (Silly me. I’d been looking all the way in the back of the building!) Believe it or not, not only was the toilet in the Brooklyn Academy of Music in public view. It was surrounded by velvet ropes! “I gotta admit. These Art folks do know how to shit in style,” I said to myself. I went to the bathroom. Normally I try to have something to read, when I’m taking a shit. But in this case, it wasn’t necessary. I just sat there looking at all the people visiting the museum. I waved to three cute little girls. They were shocked. So was their mother. But I told them, “This facility is devoted to Art. It’s funded by the N.E.A. What do you expect?” I finished my business and went back outside. Today I learned an amazing fact. While going through the latest issue of Jump, looking for underage girls in bikinis, I found the very toilet I took a shit in! It’s shown right here on page 128 of Jump. And do you know what? This toilet not only has the distinction of being used by me, it was also used by Princess Di! (Amazing. Great butts shit alike.) But I’m not happy with this issue of Jump. There isn’t a single photo of a girl in a swimsuit in this entire fucking issue! Worse, from the perspective of the female reader, there is no male pictorial in this issue either. There are a few sorry photos of guys playing basketball, but that’s all. (Page 46) What’s worthwhile in this issue? I thought “Nudie Beauty” was well written. (Page 118.) It tells how to put on makeup. There’s also a summer jobs section. The jobs offered are a little unusual, though. They’re called “internships.” This means that you pay them, instead of them paying you. If you want to pay $150.00 to spend your summer cleaning out a barn, check page 96. You may have heard about “oral sex” on T.V. If you’re confused as to what a girl does during oral sex, check page 76. There’s an excellent full color photo. Just replace the scoop of ice cream depicted with Bill Clinton’s penis. (The age of the girl doesn’t need to be changed.) “The Breakup Survival Guide” was pretty good. (Page 73.) I found the advice to be quite useful, particularly the advice to “Do mind-numbing activities.” You don’t actually need to break up with someone to need this advice. I’ve found that just seeing someone I like, and not being able to have them, is enough. The most interesting article of all in this issue is “Chasing Barbie.” (Page 58.) Various girls spill their emotions about plastic surgery: why they felt compelled to have it, and how they felt about it afterward. Danielle, 16, writes: “This was my chance to be the prettiest, and she (my twin sister) was wrecking it! I asked her, ‘Why do you have to get a nose job too? Is it because if I get one, I’ll look better than you and you’ll be jealous?’ She admitted this was true.” As it happened, the pretty twin sister sailed through her plastic surgery, while Danielle had a procedure that lasted much longer and left her (still) looking less attractive than her sister. Danielle’s still unhappy, and her sister is still the prettiest. If you want my advice, girls, it’s this: “It doesn’t matter how you look. What matters is how your boyfriend looks.” You might assume that every guy in the world is a well-informed connoisseur of beauty. In fact, though, many studly guys can’t tell a good-looking girl from an average girl. Especially if the average girl uses ‘standard tricks’ to make herself look as pretty as possible. Remember this: many things in life are bought and sold. But love is not. Love is a “barter market.” You need to be near the person to meet them. Someone who would fall head over heels with you might live, say, in New Jersey, while you live in California. Unless you meet on the Internet, you have no chance of meeting this person, even though you’d both fall instantly in love! (And, on the Net, you’d have little chance of meeting this person, since you might be on one part of the Net and he might be on another. Even then, you usually don’t know what the other person looks like, on the Net.) So just because you’re unlucky in love doesn’t mean nobody likes you. It simply means that there’s nobody in your immediate physical space who likes you. So, don’t worry how pretty your sister is. Instead, try to meet lots of guys. Some won’t be interested. Others, though, will be. I still remember sitting at a swimming pool with this guy, watching a girl swimming laps. I thought she was only average. But he was very impressed by her! (Specifically, he said to me: “Wow! That girl is practically falling out of her bathing suit!”) Last but not least, there’s this article in Jump: “12 reasons why girls should rule the world.” (Page 18) I have no objection to this article. However, it would be greatly appreciated if you girls would wear string bikinis while you’re busy ruling the world. And tell Jump to print some photos of them, too. THE GREAT ‘BOYS vs. GIRLS’ CONTEST sponsored by holy joe Jump, in their April issue, writes: “Anything boys can do, girls can do better.” (Page 19). Okay, girls. I accept your challenge. I propose a contest. We shall see if this boast of yours is true, or not. Who can do this better, me or a girl? a. Publish a dumb newsletter. b. Pick boogers out of my nose. c. Yank on my dick. d. Wipe my butt. e. Cook, clean, and sew. I feel that I can do all of the above better than any girl. However, if you’re a girl, and think you can do better, please write me! HIDDEN MEANINGS by Kelley Brandyberry The terrifying ecstasy building just below the Skin is wet and tight; thrilling with each touch of your Hands tremble ever so lightly, tracing my Heart pounds steadily. My eyes never leaving you Eyes are wild, penetrating. Promising of a Vow that can’t be broken. The words fall off your Tongue slipping, wandering here and There comes a time the time has come for a Jagged high that will not end. AND IN THE END... Sturges? Hamilton? THE CHRISTIAN COALITION’S GOAL “Every art, in India, belonged to religion rather than to art, and was the handmaiden of theology.” - The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 1, pg. 595. -------------------------- 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. Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box). -Or search using: roller666@earthlink.net -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -When visiting Barnes and Noble, ask for: Jock Sturges’ Radiant Identities and David Hamilton’s The Age of Innocence. Support art! - JOIN the world’s greatest organization! 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