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IÕM NOT REALLY HERE
ÒArtists and writers wonÕt put their work into digital form
unless theyÕre sure it can be protected from piracy.Ó
- National Journal, 11/15/97, pg. 2312.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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ÒThe cereal with the butty tasteÓ
Issue No. 315
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Three
Missy patted my bottom. ÒYouÕll learn to submit here, thatÕs for
sure,Ó she said. She breathed a big childish sigh again. ÒThey say it
makes you feminine, submitting.Ó I nodded without nodding, moving my
chin a little on my pillow in agreement.
ÒWhy did you cum?Ó I asked. We both giggled at the allusion. I felt
soft and warm and cared for.
ÒI came because IÕm naughty,Ó Missy said. She was confident as
Oliver Twist on a pickpocketing spree. ÒI get naughty sometimes. My
parents say IÕm hard to handle.Ó
ÒWhat did you do?Ó I asked.
ÒOh, various things,Ó she replied mischievously. ÒThey decided
theyÕd had enough when they came home early and I was having a big party
for all the kids and we were having nude footraces up and down my
driveway. That was fun. I got laid too!Ó
ÒDid you like it?Ó I asked.
ÒSure, it was a great party. Everyone got laid and drunk and our
parents all said we were going to be whores when we grow up, and the
boys were all going to prison. Of course, everyone blamed my parents,
Ôcause its their house and IÕm their daughter. So they decided to send me
here.Ó
ÒThere!Ó Missy announced, and proudly slapped my bottom.
ÒYeeeOW!Ó I shouted. She plopped down onto her tummy beside me
and offered me the squirt bottle of lotion. ÒDo my ass,Ó she said. ÒI got
whipped too, by Olaf!Ó She turned her face to him and stuck out her
tongue. He ignored her. He apparently had no power over her now, except
to keep her in the prisonerÕs wing and under reasonable control.
I brushed my hair back and got up. What an unusual girl! She
actually ASKED for trouble, seemed to relish it. I wondered what would
happen to her in life. She was well brought-up, despite her naughtiness.
But she seemed to need to test life even more than I did. I squirted lotion
on her bottom and had just begun to rub it in when we both heard a sobbing
scream from the bathroom.
ÒOooh! ThatÕs Sally!Ó Missy said, propping her head up on her elbows
and listening alertly. ÒLetÕs go peek!Ó We leapt from the bed. I thought
Olaf would stop us but he didnÕt, merely standing, sentinel-like, as we
rushed with quiet footsteps to my door and looked into the bathroom.
There, before my astonished eyes, was a woman, perhaps 25, with
big slumbrous breasts and gorgeous hips. Her waist was narrow and her
legs long and lean and perfectly tanned. She dropped to her knees, sobbing,
as a man emerged from her bedroom and began whacking her bottom with a
belt. SheÕd clearly received much already; her bottom and even her back
and thighs were scored with broad, bright red weal-like marks.
Sally knelt on the floor like a dog and received blow after blow
across her lovely heinie. Her breasts, big as gourds, swung with every
flailing blow of the belt. Her nipples stuck out like thorns, as if lusting
for more. Her master was beautifully formed, not ugly like Olaf. He had a
large, broad chest and column-like legs. His ass seemed tight and small
and he clenched it as he swung the belt again and again in painful strokes
across SallyÕs rump. Most tantalizing of all, his dick stuck straight out,
unsatisfied. Perhaps Missy and I would get invited to an orgy after all!
ÒThatÕs David,Ó Missy said. ÒHe can be mean.Ó We watched with
wondering eyes as Sally received her due and then, forced on her knees to
the toilet, was made to drink from it. As she did David dropped down to
the floor behind her and prodded her with his cock.
ÒOhhh, no!Ó Sally cried. Her voice burbled somewhere inside the
toilet bowl as David rudely forced his prick into her from behind and began
humping her.
Missy fingered her clit. ÒDavidÕs the worst,Ó she confided in me.
ÒHe treats his women terribly, even worse than Olaf. Fortunately we donÕt
have him for our guard. HeÕs usually assigned to the ladies.Ó
ÒWhoÕs Sally?Ó I asked, succumbing to the same temptation that
gripped Missy, dropping a questing finger to my cunny and seeking pleasure
there, or, rather, relief.
ÒSheÕs a private secretary, but she likes to get it sometimes,Ó she
replied. ÒShe checks in and begs not to be hurt, and they donÕt, actually, I
guess, hurt her, I mean, but they have David here sometimes and he really
puts her through her paces. This is her third time, I think.Ó
ÒHow do you know all this?Ó I said, turning briefly to her. I felt
silly, standing naked in the bathroom door, frigging myself, her beside me,
doing the same, the two of us conspiratorial children, but I couldnÕt help
it. My senses were overwhelmed.
ÒI live three blocks away,Ó Missy whispered. ÒI sneak over here and
spy on them. IÕve done it all year, ever since my mom and dad moved to
Caracas. I was too scared to ever play here. And I never thought my
parents would find out about this place and send me here!Ó
ÒOhhh,Ó I replied. I felt a tremor seize my tummy as an orgasm built
inside me. Missy rubbed herself more eagerly. We watched as David
fucked Sally. Olaf, seemingly unperturbed by our naughtiness, or simply
confident that he could report it all to Jasmine when she returned, did
nothing to stop us.
I rubbed myself faster. Missy showed no inhibition as she frigged
herself. The sight of David plunging his rod in and out of Sally was just
too much for us. And the thought that Olaf, however reserved he appeared
at the moment, might choose to spank us with the cat he still clutched in
his gloved hand, sent us over the top. I keened out my lust, rubbing my
spot furiously, bulging my bottom out behind me, almost hoping Olaf would
strike me for my misbehavior. Missy, too, seemed smitten with the
thought of being punished for frigging herself. She danced on tip-toe like
an orgasmic little elf and at the same time jutted her cute bottom back,
flaunting it at Olaf, then at David, then at me, as she shuddered through
one orgasm and then another.
When sheÕd been thoroughly fucked Sally recovered herself and
managed to stand. David, whoÕd been so cruel to her before, helped her, his
hands kind, gentle, almost loving. She saw us, smiled, and walked over to
us. We stood like Beavis and Butthead now, our orgasms shiveringly
subsiding within us. She put her arms around us and we let our mouths be
put to her bosoms. I suckled one of her tits as Missy nipped and suckled
the other.
ÒMissy dear, donÕt bite me!Ó Sally laughed. David, tantalizingly,
watched over us, as if he might master Missy and me now that he was done
with Sally. We supped at her tits as if weÕd missed breakfast and dinner.
I found myself awakened to a new kind of love. Soft, nurturing, feminine,
but with the male presence right behind me, in the person of Olaf and
David, forever ready to break in and seize me.
ÒGo to bed, dears,Ó Sally said at last, pulling our sucking babyish
mouths from her teats. Missy and I were starting to feel frisky again and
we didnÕt want to go.
ÒDrink from the toilet, both of you!Ó David said. He ordered us over
to the commode and we were forced to sink down to our knees next to each
other and put our heads inside.
I tasted the water. It was no different from ordinary water, but the
thought of drinking from a toilet--! Missy lapped without complaint. I
decided, reaching back to feel my wounded bottom, that IÕd best follow
along. We drank like deer from a stream, just using our tongues. When we
were finally permitted to lift our heads from the bowl I found myself
smacking my lips.
ÒWell, IÕm not at all thirsty so I wonÕt need any more drinks
tonight!Ó Missy assured Olaf and David.
ÒAny time you get up to pee youÕll also take a nice long drink from
the toilet,Ó David assured her. Was he in charge of us too? Looking at
Sally, with marks all over her back, her bottom, and her thighs, made me
shiver at the prospect of being his slave. Yet, he was already growing
hard again, watching us. Freely he put his hand to his penis and gave it a
quick massage.
ÒAh, that feels better,Ó David grinned. ÒGod, what a gorgeous pair of
girls you two are! Missy, those breasts are like plump little melons!
WhoÕs your new friend?Ó
ÒThis is Kelly,Ó Missy smiled coyly. She put a finger to my bosom
and pushed on my nipple as if it were a button. David put his hand to his
cock and massaged it briefly again, his eyes gazing at me appreciatively.
ÒPleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó he said graciously. I was surprised at
his gallantry.
ÒYour reputation precedes you, sir, as does your thing,Ó I replied.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Many people will try to name this era, and one of the names will
stick. Forever after, people will say, Òand in the (you name it) era, a
phrase coined by (whomever)...Ó
Hence, in the interest of immortality, allow me to throw a name into
the ring.
I call this the ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ.
The ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ followed the Ôfree love eraÕ. The Ôfree love eraÕ
was the 1960Õs and 1970Õs. The yuppies were young during those years.
Being young, they were determined to have a good time. And they did.
Then, about 1980, the yuppies started having children. Not just
ordinary children. No, no. They were Òprecious childrenÓ. At the same
time, feminism was building up a big head of steam.
American women decided that they were not going to be pretty or
fun or pliant anymore. They were going to be Òdemanding and assertiveÓ.
But they knew that American men, not being utterly stupid, would cease to
like them if they became Òdemanding and assertiveÓ. Men might choose to
prefer girls. Girls, as you know, have a tendency to be pretty, fun, and,
sometimes even (God forbid) pliant.
Hence, girls had to be made illegal. Men were no longer to have
anything to do with girls. They were not even supposed to notice that
girls existed.
But feminism didnÕt stop there. Girls themselves had to cease to
exist. There were to be no more girls in America. All the girls were to be
made into tomboys.
Furthermore, men were no longer supposed to exist either. Men were
now to be made into Òsensitive malesÓ. The same was true for boys.
How much fun is it for the following people to have sex?
a. Having sex with a woman who dresses and acts like a man.
b. Having sex with a man who thinks and acts like a woman.
c. Having sex with a girl who is a tomboy.
d. Having sex with a boy whoÕs a sissy.
In addition to the above disincentives, there is also:
a. Òsexual harassmentÓ
b. Òdate rapeÓ
c. Òchild molestationÓ
d. castration
e. life in prison
f. civil lawsuits
See what I mean? This is the ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ. I havenÕt even touched
on AIDS, an unfortunate natural phenomenon. All of the disincentives
listed above, except AIDS, are man-made. They donÕt have to exist.
So much for the naming of this era. (ItÕs a lot more descriptive than
ÒThe Post-Cold War Era,Ó isnÕt it?)
And what of the magazines of this ÒAnti-Sex EraÓ? LetÕs have a
look:
Hustler, February 1998, $5.99. Web: http://www.hustler.com
Review: What would it look like if a miniature woman was put in
your dishwasher? Hustler answers this all-important question in its
centerfold this issue. ÒAprilÓ pretends to make love to herself amongst
various plates, glasses, and jars. How erotic. Next month: see ÒMayÓ
pretend to be inside your vacuum cleaner.
A significantly better pictorial is ÒChanel, Next to GodlinessÓ. As
soon as I saw the rubber duckie on page 91 I was won over. Chanel takes a
bath in her pictorial. SheÕs wonderfully young. She has a perfect face and
body. Her tits are large and luscious. I wish there had been a few more
pages to this pictorial. It ends with her about to be butt-fucked lying next
to the tub on a towel. How wonderful to have seen that taken just a little
further (whether real or pretend)!
An even better pictorial is ÒShawna and ShelbyÓ (pg. 18). It features
two reasonably attractive females getting it on with a man. The thing
about this pictorial is, it looks real. You really feel like youÕre watching a
young couple invite a (girl)friend into their love life for the evening. My
only wish for this pictorial was that it had been longer. Also, I would
have liked to have seen a few more photos of the girls getting undressed.
In the first photo they are dressed, but in the second photo theyÕre totally
nude! What happened in between? Did a flying saucer zap their clothing
away? Perhaps next time a shot could be included of them taking their
bras off, at least.
An outstanding article in this issue is: ÒLegal Teen Sluts Talk About
FuckingÓ (pg. 46). This is one of the funniest articles IÕve ever read. For
instance:
TAMMY: ...I like giving head at times -- except when it makes me gag.
KARI: It makes you gag when guys push your head down on their cocks.
LISA: Yeah. They shove your head!
I also found the above article to be very educational. Hustler writes:
ÒOn average, teenage girls have their cherries popped at 16.Ó (pg. 46) And
one of the interviewees, Kari, says, ÒI was 14. I wanted to do it because
everybody was talking about it. So one night, this guy and I snuck out of
my house and fucked in the woods.Ó (pg. 46).
In this way we see that AmericaÕs ÒAge of ConsentÓ laws are total
crap.
Of course I canÕt end my review of this issue of Hustler without
taking note of this juicy line: ÒDad simply wouldnÕt believe that Angie
was a wanton little slut who flaunted it all over the playground.Ó (pg. 31).
And this ad: ÒThey left me in the house alone... and IÕm really horny!
Call me and tell me what it takes to get you off! 1-800-324-KRISÓ (pg.
121).
Penthouse, January 1998, $6.99. Web: http://www.penthousemag.com
Review: This is the shittiest issue of Penthouse IÕve ever seen.
First off, the lady on the cover is WAY too old. She looks like somebodyÕs
mom. Check out her ÒPet of the YearÓ poster, next to page 126. She looks
like sheÕs yawning! (And probably is.)
Eva, the Pet of the Month, also looks old (page 83). Nothing much
happens in her pictorial, unless you count sucking on a glass dildo. But
IÕve seen that already in Penthouse, a number of times, and by much cuter,
and younger chicks than Eva. (For instance, by Andi Sue!)
ÒStar Whores: Return of the NudiÓ (pg. 65) is total crap. It features
a bunch of refugees from a strip joint who (get this) use sound waves on
each other. Golleee. Between that and imagining a woman in my
dishwasher, IÕm supposed to get an erection. Sure.
Then thereÕs this pictorial: ÒDancing with WolfÓ (pg. 152). A woman
who is so old she has skin hanging down under her chin (pg. 152) makes out
with an Indian dude. Worse, the woman looks like she has fake tits.
(Though hopefully IÕm wrong about that.) The only redeeming feature of
this pictorial is that there are tons and tons of well-executed, never
before seen photos of the woman sucking the manÕs cock. All the fags
down at the gay bar were very excited about this pictorial. Also, I saw
three feminists masturbating themselves in Tower Books over this
pictorial. Unfortunately, being an ordinary American male, I didnÕt buy
this monthÕs Penthouse to admire a manÕs penis (sucked or not). I was
hoping to see GIRLS! I guess now IÕll have to wait until January to
ejaculate...
AND IN THE END...
ACHTUNG, JUDEN!
ÒSen. Lauch Faircloth and Rep. Marge Roukema have introduced a
bill that would require Internet service providers to deny accounts to
convicted pedophiles.Ó
- Newsweek, December 1, 1997, pg. 12.
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