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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 205
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Four
With that I felt a sudden indriving, making me squeal. I tightened
myself. The man behind me wrenched my cheeks apart and drove himself
in further. Up he went, driving my breath from me. I wanted to bite my
nails, bite a gag, anything! But all I had underneath me was the hardness
of the wooden table. I felt my breasts crushed against it as he literally
raised up my ass with his hands to drive in deeper. I could not stop him.
He probed with himself, right into me, charging up fast as he could. All
around me I heard screams. I felt the man turn his head to look at his
wife, receiving hers, even as he gave me mine.
With long, surging strokes the man cleft my bottom with his pole
and fucked me deeply. I could not resist. I felt my excitement quicken in
my belly even as my limbs went slack. The length of the night, so
exhausting, took its thankful toll now, suddenly, making me relax just
enough for him to get himself up me without much pain. I mewled, feeling
his fullness, wishing he would TAKE IT OUT!, as one girl yelled, even as I
relished being so thoroughly forsaken. I was not myself anymore. I was
just a doll, impaled, gasping, and then weeping. He fucked me hard. He did
not care. He would never see me again and he knew it. It was a one-night
stand. We would go our separate ways and never meet again. I did not
know his name. I didnÕt like him as much as some of the other men. He
was tall, but others were taller, and Sam was handsomer still than any of
them, in my opinion. He had been given another, though, perhaps at the
caprice of hostess, or because she mistakenly thought heÕd had me before.
At least the man fucking me had, at last, the presence of mind to
fondle my clitty, and I came just about when he did. He burrowed deep at
last, rotating his staff in my quivering ass, and shot off like a stallion
might, rearing into me as he released himself. The men switched about
then, each of them young and restless enough for a second round. Hostess
whipped their bottoms lightly to keep them hard for this second assault.
Some other stranger took me. I did not look to see who it was. Someone
with hair hanging down, partly over his eyes, obscuring his view. He did
not, I think, really care which girlÕs butthole he had, so long as she was
young and sweet. And we were all of us young and sweet. I would have
liked to at least have learnt his name, but his cock was up me before I
could ask, and I was still trembling from my last paramour.
He fucked me like a horse and I received him as best I could, already
open from my last lover. He was harder with me. He did not go slow as
hostess advised but seemed intent on ridding himself once and for all of
his desperate hard-on.
At last all was done. The men, unhurt except for their depleted
testicle sacks, which they found a most welcome relief, put their pants
back on. They buttoned up their shirts and reknotted their ties like men in
a health club after a good workout. We girls, on the other hand, our
bottoms and pussies stinging, had to brace and hold up each other as we
falteringly put back on our gowns. Jill helped me dress. I helped her.
Candi, who had enjoyed a manÕs cock in her cunt, flitted about and helped
any female who needed it, as did Karen. Both of them seemed little more
than refreshed from the eveningÕs final event, while the rest of us shared
winces and felt up our riven bottoms.
Jill and I left the restaurant in the company of Sam. I was dressed
in my cape again, Jill in her jacket. We were, except for our tousled hair
and our mussed dresses, the very picture of modesty.
Chapter Five
The lagoon was concealed from the sea. The water was like glass,
calm, its surface a mirror to the sky. Sam and Jill and I snorkeled along
its surface, enjoying the sun and the bathing water that caressed itself
over our backs, our legs, our upturned bottoms. SamÕs stiff prong stuck
down into the water, a promise of future pleasure for us girls, though I
know having such a hard-on must have been a double-edged sword for him,
for it seemed to throb painfully, desperately, between his legs. My clitty
buzzed just looking at it, yet we were saving him for later.
Jill and I had blow-jobbed him on the beach, kneeling before him,
worshipping him, yet not letting him come. Then, relieving him
completely of his trunks, weÕd taken off our own bikinis too. It was our
own private vacation together, just the three of us, a treat paid for my
Sam to celebrate Jill and me being tattooed.
We glided slowly through the water. I spotted two fish mating,
pointed them out to Jill. She caught SamÕs eye. We watched, silently, as
the fish did their business and then broke apart. Schools of pink fish and
yellow fish and striped fish flitted past, oblivious to us, looking for food
or to avoid being made food by some other species.
After a half-hour or so we paddled back toward shore. I admit IÕd
peed in the silent lagoon, and Sam had too, Jill and I watching as he did it.
And Jill, feeling a little guilty, since she was a staunch environmentalist,
had pissed also. Wearing just our fin feet we flapped up onto the beach. I
gazed at our little teensy bikinis lying carelessly on our beach towel...
THE LAW OF PROPERTY
featuring
THE COLLAPSE OF THE FEUDAL PYRAMID
and
THE GRADUAL DEVELOPMENT OF INHERITABILITY OF LAND
by holy joe
I was wandering along the side of the road, hitch-hiking. I was
feeling pretty depressed and lonely. Then, I saw a red convertible coming
towards me. It had lots of girls in it. ÒAlas,Ó I thought. ÒThey obviously
wonÕt stop and give me a ride.Ó
But they did! The car stopped. It was full of beautiful, underage
girls. (All blondes.) They looked at me and asked, in unison,
ÒHi, wanna screw?Ó
I couldnÕt believe it. Then they explained themselves. ÒWeÕre
cheerleaders. WeÕre tired of fucking big, hunky football players. We
decided to find a fat little dweeb and make his day.Ó
I know feminists will be outraged to read that I wanted to fuck all
those girls very badly, and ran toward their car, taking my pants off as I
went.
Then, wouldnÕt you know, Fate intervened. I suddenly found myself in
Hell again. (Otherwise known as Property Law.)
ÒWhere are your pants?Ó Virgil asked me.
ÒUh, I was about to screw some underage girls,Ó I replied.
I thought maybe heÕd give me his cloak, but he didnÕt. So there I was,
surrounded by law students, with only my aloha shirt on. (Plus my green
eyeshade for reading porn at Tower Books.) I did still have my shoes on,
too, which was quite helpful. There were a lot of hot rocks strewn across
the ground. (Plus I wore my short black business-man socks which, I
hoped, made me look respectable, even if I was bare-assed.)
I noticed that Virgil had drawn a diagram:
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The King of England
l l
Red Baron Blue Baron
l 1 l
holy joe holy moly holy shit
l 1 l l
Jones Smith Doe Roe
l 1 l l
Wilson Dilson Dipshit Sneezy
The pyramidal structure of land holdings in England, as a result of
subinfeudation. (No subinfeudation is permitted after the passage of the
Statute Quia Emptores in the year 1290.)
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THE COLLAPSE OF THE FEUDAL PYRAMID
ÒNow we must first clear up some possible areas of confusion with
regard to our last lesson before we move on,Ó Virgil told me. ÒLetÕs look
again at the piece of property we previously constructed.Ó
l----------------l
l l Wilson l
l Jones l l
l l l
l----------------l
l l
l holy joe l
l l
l----------------l
ÒOriginally all the land was owned by the King. He subinfeudated
part of his land to the Red Baron. The Red Baron subinfeudated part of his
land to you (holy joe). You subinfeudated part of your land to Jones. Jones
subinfeudated part of his land to Wilson. Jones dies, and his parcel
escheats to you (holy joe).
ÒWilson now holds directly of you (holy joe).
l----------------l
l l Wilson l
l l l
l l l
l --------l Jones (dead)
l l
l holy joe l
l l
l----------------l
ÒNow letÕs consider two possibilities:
Òa. You (holy joe) subinfeudate the dead JonesÕ parcel to Carol Horny.
l----------------l
l l Wilson l
l Horny l l
l l l
l----------------l Jones (dead)
l l
l holy joe l
l l
l----------------l
ÒWho does P.D. Wilson now hold his land of? You, or Carol Horny?Ó
I thought about this for a while. (Us hobos are a little slow when it
comes to thinking about the Law.) Finally I said, ÒLook. After Jones died,
but before I subinfeudated to Carol Horny, P.D. Wilson was forced to hold
his land directly of me. Sure, he was only paying me a peppercorn a year.
But itÕs better than nothing. If he now holds of Carol Horny, sheÕll get his
yearly peppercorn from now on. IÕd rather have Wilson keep paying me that
peppercorn.Ó
ÒYou are correct!Ó Virgil said. ÒOnce P.D. Wilson holds directly of
you, he ALWAYS holds directly of you.
ÒNow letÕs consider the other possibility.
Òb. ItÕs after 1290. Jones doesnÕt die. Instead, he sells his land to
Carol Horny. (He Alienates it.) (No one may subinfeudate any more.)
l----------------l
l l Wilson l
l Horny l l
l l l
l----------------l Jones (homeless)
l l
l holy joe l
l l
l----------------l
ÒNow that Carol Horny has bought JonesÕ parcel, who must P.D.
Wilson pay his yearly peppercorn to, you (holy joe) or Carol?Ó
Again I said, ÒWell, IÕd rather have P.D. pay me. It might not be
much, but itÕs better than nothing!Ó
ÒCorrect again!Ó Virgil replied. ÒOnce P.D. holds of you, he always
holds of you. And we can see this stated by an authority of the Law,
Cornelius J. Moynihan, who writes: ÔOver a period of time, as mesne
lordships fell in and as existing tenures were dissolved by death of the
tenant without heirs... the cumulative effect was to break down the
pyramid of tenures and bring them directly under the king.Ó (Cornelius J.
Moynihan, Introduction to the Law of Real Property, pg. 23. (1962).
ÒSo you see,Ó Virgil continued. ÒThere was a breakdown of the
feudal structure over time. Prior to the passage of the Statute Quia
Emptores (in 1290), there is a tall pyramid of people holding OF one
another, all the way from the King on top down to all the little P.D.
Wilson-types at the bottom. After 1290, there can be no more
subinfeudation. In the intervening years after 1290, the pyramid gradually
collapses. In the end, P.D. Wilson (or rather, his great-great-great
grandson), found that he held his little plot of land directly of the King.
ÒBut we are not going to worry about P.D. WilsonÕs grandson. Let us
assume that P.D. is alive, and holding directly of you (holy joe). You now
have Carol Horny holding directly of you, and P.D. Wilson holding directly
of you.
Ò(Jones sold his land to Carol Horny).
l----------------l
l l Wilson l
l Horny l l
l l l
l----------------l Jones (homeless)
l l
l holy joe l
l l
l----------------l
ÒFrom Carol Horny, you can require the payment of $1,000 per year.
And from P.D. Wilson, you can require the payment of a peppercorn per
year. Nonetheless, each person, in this era, is regarded as holding their
land in Fee Simple Absolute, the highest and best way that one can hold
title to property.
THE GRADUAL DEVELOPMENT OF INHERITABILITY OF LAND
ÒIt may seem strange that someone who held property in Fee Simple
Absolute would have no right to pass it on to their heirs. However, as
Lewis M. Simes notes, ÔIt must be remembered that at one time in the
medieval period ownership in fee simple was little more than ownership
for life only.Õ (Lewis M. Simes, Handbook of the Law of Future Interests,
pg. 46. (Second Edition).Ó
ÒSo the heir couldnÕt inherit his dadÕs land?Ó I asked.
ÒNot in the earliest days,Ó Virgil replied. ÒIn the oldest days the
heir had no right to inherit his dead fatherÕs land. It escheated back to the
Ôoverlord,Õ and the ÔoverlordÕ could hand it to whomever he wished.
ÒThen, later, a heir could inherit, but only by paying a fine to the
Ôoverlord,ÕÓ
ÒWhoÕs the ÔoverlordÕ?Ó I asked.
ÒThat is whomever it is that the heirÕs father owned the land OF.
For instance, if P.D. Wilson holds his land directly of you, holy joe, it is to
you that P.D.Õs son must pay a fine in order to inherit P.D.Õs land.Ó
ÒGreat. More money for me!Ó I replied.
ÒThe ÔfineÕ that the heir had to pay to you, holy joe, was called Ôa
relief,ÕÓ Virgil told me.
ÒI guess he felt relieved that I would accept the relief and allow him
to inherit his fatherÕs land,Ó I mused.
ÒNow let us summarize,Ó Virgil told me.
ÒOkay,Ó I said. ÒIn the oldest days, I would give land to some guy,
perhaps P.D. Wilson. He would hold it of me for life. He would have a son.
P.D. gets old and dies. But the land doesnÕt go to his son. It goes back to
me!Ó
ÒExcellent!Ó Virgil said.
ÒLater, as time went by, the Law of Property changed. I would give
land to some guy, perhaps P.D. Wilson. He would hold it of me for life. He
would have a son. P.D. gets old and dies. The land doesnÕt go back to me
(damn). P.D.Õs son gets to inherit it. But he doesnÕt get it for free. In
order to inherit his dadÕs land, P.D.Õs son must pay a fine to the Ôoverlord.Õ
ThatÕs me, holy joe! And the fine isnÕt called a fine, itÕs called a Ôrelief.Õ
ÒOnce again you amaze me with how smart a pervert can be!Ó Virgil
congratulated me. ÒYou learned all that, and youÕre not even wearing any
pants!Ó
ÒSome guys are smart, I guess,Ó I replied.
ÒDonÕt play with your dick while youÕre learning the Law,Ó Virgil
told me.
ÒSorry,Ó I said.
ÒThat is enough for today,Ó Virgil said.
Suddenly I found myself back on the highway. I knew all about the
ownership of land in Fee Simple Absolute during the medieval period now,
but the red convertible with all the blondes in it was gone.
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