Message-ID: <20247eli$9902260425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 422 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: <36D5F1E3.465C@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- ATTENTION: Recently it was written on the Internet: “If you read holy joe’s sex stories, you will get straight A’s in school.” I cringed when I read this. Imagine, if a child saw that statement, he or she might expose himself to deviant writings! However it is true that when I was a child, I was doing poorly in school. My main problem was that I hated to read. Also, I didn’t have a girlfriend. Then one day I discovered sex stories at my local bookstore. Even though I hated to read, I was very interested in sex. So I started reading sex books. It was a pretty great deal, because not only did it teach me to read, but also, when some guy started talking about how his girlfriend had given him a blow job, I knew what he was talking about! So I could speak with authority on sexual matters, even though I didn’t have a girlfriend. As a result of my extensive reading of sex stories, I got into Harvard. Even at Harvard I didn’t have a girlfriend, so I just kept reading stories! My grades went up and up. In three years I graduated from Harvard and, not knowing what to do with myself (except read sex stories) I went to Harvard Law School. I graduated from there in two years and, still not having a girlfriend, I went to Harvard Business School. Then I put all my money into the stock market. Specifically, into a little known mail order company. It was called Dell Computer. Today I am a multi-millionaire. However, I still don’t have a girlfriend (I guess they think I’m a pervert or something) so I just keep reading sex stories. Plus, I now write them too. (What else am I going to do with my time?) So, while it is literally true that by reading sex stories I got straight A’s in school, and became an expert in sex (stories), and a multi-millionaire, nonetheless I still cringed when I read that by reading my sex stories, one might get straight A’s, since everyone knows that while children do need good grades in school, it is very, very bad for them to read anything other than G-rated Walt Disney stories. (Like the Little Mermaid). Hence, please do not read this sex story unless you are a mature, responsible, sexually experienced adult! Even though it would in fact get you straight A’s in school. Now, for those of you who are bona-fide adults (and not snivelly, runny-nosed, immature, dumb, stupid children under the age of 18, I have prepared the following story. This story is GUARANTEED to get you straight A’s in school, and to make you a multi-millionaire. However it may not get you a girlfriend, since I don’t have one. Also, if my GUARANTEE of straight A’s should not cum true, I promise to completely refund any money that you paid for this story. Andrew Roller Presents Fuck Decency, issue No. 422 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Twelve Kate brushed back her hair from her face and sleeked her hands down over her tummy. Briefly she looked down at her tits. They were beautiful white cones of flesh, still mostly just consisting of her nipples. Yet they were not just swollen nipples. They were more than that, and she felt a certain pride that she was already ahead of some other girls at her school who were just now noticing a swelling of their teats, while she herself had grown beyond that. As Kate stepped up onto the step she felt her bottomcheeks roll with the lifting and placing of her foot and then the rise of her other foot. She had a full warm bottom, the kind a girl could slip into a pair of jeans and feel wiggle behind her as she walked. The cheeks of her ass were a lovely pink-white. Kate felt the woman place a hand upon them, the same hand Kate knew would spank her when the night was over. She was lifted up by a pressure of the woman’s hand on her bottom. She lifted her leg like a dog about to pee and got it up on the side of the cart. She pulled herself up onto it with the woman cupping her bottom cheeks. “Lie down, on your back,” the woman said to Kate, admiring her as she knelt on all fours uncertainly on the cart. Relieved to get her bottom under her, Kate flipped onto her back and stretched out. She wished to keep her feet together but the woman made her spread them apart. Kate looked down along the length of her body and wished she had at least a little pubic hair to cover her nudity between her legs, but she had none. The woman grasped Kate’s wrists and gently drew them up over Kate’s head. Reminding Kate to keep her legs apart, the woman tied Kate’s hands to the bar at the end of the cart with ribbons. Kate felt herself shiver. She was completely bare, as if for her bath, and it was her bathtime, but instead she was to be decorated and served for dessert at dinner. The woman went to her feet and spread them even farther apart. Then, with Kate watching, the woman bound Kate’s feet to the push-bar at the end of the cart. Kate was completely captive now; and she knew that when she’d been eaten for dessert, the woman would bend Kate over her knee, right at the dinner table, and spank Kate’s bottom until she cried. For many years they had had orgies in this house. Kate had been only dimly aware of them at first. But as she grew older she’d become more conscious of them, until she yearned to be as big as the adults were so she could participate too. When she whispered her fantasy to the woman, the woman had shocked Kate by saying she could participate. “But not as an adult, dear. You’re too young for that. Yet I won’t deny your wish to play with us grown-ups. It is too late for that, if you’ve been spying on us instead of going to bed like you’re supposed to. I’ll present you at dinner at the next party, but on one condition. To keep you at least a little pure, I insist on spanking you afterward. And it must be in front of the others, so they can see that you’re getting at least a little punishment for being naughty and wanting to show your body to them, and for spying on us.” Kate had reluctantly agreed to the spanking, for she very much wanted to play downstairs instead of being sent upstairs to bed. She’d spied on them for two whole years. She was ready for more. In her dream Kate knew where she was. She had an aunt who was very vivacious. She’d always dreamed of staying with her aunt instead of her parents. And now, her dream engulfing her, she was her aunt’s child, not her child actually but her live-in companion child, and her parents were nowhere to be seen. Kate’s aunt, a young woman, used a knife to spread icing over Kate’s budding breasts. She slathered the icing over the top portion of each of Kate’s titties, but left the underside bare, so that the guests could immediately see that Kate was not just a nipple-girl, but had actual little peaks that she could show off to them. Kate’s aunt kissed Kate’s belly but put nothing on it. She did, however, squirt whipped cream into Kate’s pussy, so that she was covered a little bit down there. But then she put a maraschino cherry into the whipped cream, and Kate felt very embarrassed. She was indeed a virgin, yet she did not want it so blatantly advertised. She arched her hips, hoping to displace the cherry, but her aunt told her to be still or else. Then she parted Kate’s lips and put an apple in Kate’s mouth. After considering the effect for a moment, she plucked it out again. She said she preferred to see Kate’s innocent smile. Then she drew apart Kate’s hair into twin pigtails, as a final statement of Kate’s artless sexiness, a bare girl who should be in bed spread out on a serving cart instead. Kate had had her bath early tonight. She could still smell the Winnie-the-Pooh bubble bath on her skin and pigtailed hair, a light childish scent that clung to her even after she’d rinsed. She hoped the guests liked her. She did not wish to be rejected because she was too young. She wished for the man in the doorway to see her again, without her kid jeans and her t-shirt, all naked and spread out for his eyes and his mouth. She was wheeled into the dining room by her aunt. To Kate’s embarrassed delight her arrival was greeted by ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Ahhs,’ both female and male. They gazed upon her, all dressed in tuxes and evening gowns. Lying in a silver tray on the cart, she was lifted and transferred to the table by two men. One of them was the man who’d seen her in the family room. Slyly he took the bottom of the tray, the end where her feet were, so he could peer unrestricted up between her legs at her pussy. Kate was glad for the whipped cream her aunt had squirted there and hoped it covered all of her slit. Kate was placed in the center of the table, between two elegant gold candelabra. Her hands, freed from the push-rail at the end of the cart, were re-tied to the candelabra, so that they remained stretched out above her head. Her bare feet were pulled wide apart and tied with ribbons that ran to the edges of the table, where they were tied by the long ribbons to hooks under the table. Kate did not resist as the men tied her. She was too excited. Her little nipples stood up straight, the icing not covering them, though it did cover the top halves of her breasts. Her pussy buzzed for attention under the layer of whipped cream that was melting in it, with the cherry announcing her innocence, like a small fake penis standing boldly up from a froth of baby-like cream. A small discussion ensued among the guest over Kate’s beauty and charm. No one suggested she might be too young to join them. Instead the females present talked of their first sexual experience. The men listened raptly. They might have been jealous, but a female in complete innocence lay right before them, offering herself, with her legs apart and her tits adorned and stiffly ready. Then, with all aroused, the women were encouraged to kneel up on the table, leaving their seats. Kate squealed as she felt herself licked by female tongues. They were quiet admirers of her beauty, these women, softly licking her like obedient cats having a treat. But Kate could barely restrain herself. She squirmed and laughed and gritted her teeth and then exploded out her breath in a squealing laugh. She was so happy! The woman worked at her body appreciatively, as if she were as big as they were, and worthy. Yet she wondered if the men, upping the women’s skirts from behind, were looking at her or at the newly revealed bottoms of their paramours. As Kate felt the kitten-like tongues of the women lick off the icing from her breasts, and then stay to suckle the little mounds, while other female tongues ate her cherry and invaded her slit, small sounds of pleasure erupted from those that were eating her. The women were being fucked! Kate turned her head this way and that, when the tongues did not make her giggle, and watched in amazement, close to the action at last, not spying from a distance, as the women were plowed by their lovers. When the lovers turned to copulation, Kate was left to lie alone on the table. She was licked clean but her pussy burned for attention. She bucked her hips. She hoped someone would give her something for it. The man she’d seen in the doorway came to her, ignoring the women, or finished with them. He got on the table and dipped his stubbled face between her legs and began to lick. Kate howled with pleasure. All around her she could hear the women being fucked, screaming out their delight, as she herself was chastely fucked in her slit by the tongue of this stranger. He invaded her and teased her hymen and tried pressing past it with his tongue. He made her thrash in her bonds on the table as he found her spot and attacked it with his mouth as if she were a full-grown woman. At last Kate’s aunt came and pulled him away. Over an hour had gone by, with him paying attention to just her bare licked-clean pussy. Now the couples had been satisfied, losing at least the edge of their passion to each other, and it was time to entertain them with Kate’s spanking. Kate was amazed to see her aunt completely nude. Her bare breasts swung over Kate’s face, just inches from her mouth and her wide-eyes, as her aunt, kneeling up on the table, worked to untie Kate. She got an up-close view of her aunt’s bottom as the woman turned and freed Kate’s feet, still on her knees on the table as if she were a dog. With her aunt properly seated in a cushioned dining chair, Kate was put over her aunt’s knees. She gazed at the man who’d licked her. He had an awesome penis, though it was somewhat reduced in size due to some expenditure he’d recently made, it still impressed her. Kate wished he would spank her, to give her some dignity, but instead her aunt began paddling her. At first Kate tried sucking her thumb to ignore the pain and to keep from crying out, but she couldn’t hold herself back for long. MAGAZINE REVIEW by a stranger Tight, April 1999, $6.99. Full-color, slick paper, standard-sized magazine. Many pages. Far East Publications, Inc. 462 Broadway, Fourth Floor, New York, NY 10013-2697; 1-212-966-8400. No web site listed. Order from: Jiffy Fulfillment, Inc., P.O. Box 1102, Cranford, New Jersey 07016-1102. Single copy prices are: $10.00 United States, $13.00 Canada and Mexico, $14.00 Europe, $15.00 Asia. (Price includes postage; pay in U.S. funds.) Review: Tonight I went to the mall. I went there to buy the monthly Playboy newsstand specials. As I was coming back out of the mall, I cut through a clothing store. There, I saw a delicious young girl. She was about 12, maybe 14. She had a lovely slim figure with slender legs, and an adorably small bottom. Unfortunately, the store was loaded with security cameras, so I knew I couldn’t linger and stare at her without getting in trouble. I left. Since Waldenbooks didn’t have any (new) Playboy newsstand specials, I went to Tower Books, at another mall. As I walked into Tower, lamenting that I couldn’t stand in the clothing store and stare at that 12-year-old girl, guess what I saw? Yes! The new issue of Tight! A year ago I called this magazine “Dog of the Month”. But it’s much improved now. Every issue features a slender young blonde, who looks 12-years-old. So, even though I didn’t get to stare at the girl in the clothing store, I did get to see beautiful naked girls who look just like her in Tight. Of course, I’d much prefer to have a real girlfriend. But I guess seeing girls in a magazine is the next best thing. I still haven’t subscribed to Tight, but I did enjoy last month’s issue very much, and this month’s issue is great too. A great thing about Tight is that not only are the girls young and slim (and blonde), but the photos also focus very much on these two items: bare bottoms and discarded white panties. Another great thing about some of the photos is that the girl looks like a captive. Of course in real life I’m a sensible, prudent, law-abiding piece of shit, but how wonderful it is to imagine myself as Genghis Khan, with slender naked slave girls at my disposal! I guess Tight has become my favorite magazine. At one time I dreamed of being Hugh Hefner, and owning Playboy. But tonight I was thinking about it, and I said to myself, “You know, the magazine I’d really like to own is Tight.” The problem with the girls in Playboy is that they are too mature. Big breasts, big thighs, big asses, and personalities that look like they have one thing on their mind: money. However the girls in Tight are young and delicate. They have bodies that some feminists might describe as “skinny”, but I think are just right. Really, there is no comparison between the luscious young girls in Tight and those dumb, fat old Playboy Playmates. I may be exaggerating a little (after all, I do still like and buy Playboy), but if I had a choice of spending the night with the Tight girls, or with Playboy Playmates, I’d choose Tight! Not all the girls in Tight are slender blondes. There are still some dogs. But, so far this year, every issue of Tight that I’ve seen has been a “must buy”. A final thought about Tight: Even though I do like “Barely Legal” (it’s much improved too), nonetheless the girls in “Barely Legal” still strike me as professional models. The girls in “Tight”, on the other hand, look like nice girls you might see at your local playground. Now I realize some damn feminist reading this article (or, worse, some man who conspires with feminists) is going to be greatly offended. However, I like girls. I don’t like women. In fact, in my vocabulary, “women” is a swear word, usually proceeded by the word “damn”. Well, this concludes my review of Tight. Since I might have offended someone, I will leave it unsigned. AND IN THE END... DOWN WITH CHILD MOLESTERS! “Americans... are natural-born missionaries unburdened by doubt. Products of a nation defined by abstract ideas rather than race, religion or culture, they are constantly advocating some new idea or other. When they believe in something, even if they only started believing it that very day, they immediately want the entire world to share their enthusiasm. “In the past... that has been true of any number of fad diets, of fundamental democratic ideals, of cigarette smoking when the world still had to be converted from pipes a century ago, and, more recently, of stringent prohibitions on smoking. Each time, there is not merely a cold intellectual certainty that the only truth has finally been found, but a passionate desire to have it universally recognised.” - The Economist, February 13, 1999, Review page 6. -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Back issues (and stories): http://www.dejanews.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Don’t forget to click on “Power Search”. Change “standard” archive to “complete” archive. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or via the Web: Eli the Bearded: http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/ Art’s Erotic Stories and Photos: http://www.eroticstories.com -When visiting Barnes and Noble, ask for: Jock Sturges’ Radiant Identities and David Hamilton’s The Age of Innocence. 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