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FIND OUT IF YOUÕRE A REAL MAN
or just a feminist lackey...
YOUR MISSION: Go to SunCoast Video. Find the movie Boarding School,
starring Natassja Kinkski. Stare at the front of the box. Can you bear to
walk out of the store, without buying this video? (It only costs $4.99.)
If you can leave the store without this video, you are a feminist
lackey. This zine is not for you. You are the sort of person who got baby
changing stations put in all the menÕs restrooms.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 333
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
Jennifer was given no leisure. Colette grabbed her wrists and flung
them above her head. Then, obviously a graduate of the Girl Scouts,
Colette quickly tied JenniferÕs hands to the headboard. It was made of
brass and had convenient bars spaced across its length for the purpose, I
had no doubt, of just such a binding.
With her arms bound above her head, Jennifer presented her nipples
involuntarily to Colette. The woman, so concerned for the health of
JenniferÕs breasts in the ballroom, now picked up the crop sheÕd brought
with her and used it to torture JenniferÕs breasts. She caught the loop at
the tip of her crop around one of JenniferÕs nipples.
ÒMy, your breasts are so nice and big even when youÕre lying flat on
your back!Ó Colette said. She had nice breasts, but they were not as big as
JenniferÕs. Jennifer arched her back, hoping to throw off the woman whoÕd
mounted her tummy and showed no signs of anything now but utter
wickedness. ÒMy, you buck like a horse,Ó Colette said. ÒYouÕd think
somebody was going to punish your breasts!Ó And with that, to a scream
from Jennifer, Colette began striking her. The woman brought down her
crop right on JenniferÕs nipples, each in turn, striking with just the
leather loop at the tip of her crop. Each biting blow brought a gasp of
alarm from Jennifer, followed by a little scream. ÒTell your nipples to
quit sticking up like that!Ó Colette scolded. ÒNaughty! Naughty! Naughty!Ó
Again and again she brought the looped tip of her crop down on JenniferÕs
poor teats. Reaching back behind herself with one hand, Colette found
JenniferÕs spot between her thighs and fondled the girl. Colette, despite
her suffering, kept her thighs apart. Colette would only whip her more
mercilessly if she tried to close her legs to the woman.
I, meanwhile, having won a reprieve as John and I stared at
JenniferÕs plight, suddenly found myself on the receiving end of his cock.
HeÕd never left me, but had held it within me while we both looked, the
two of us amazed, for the moment, at the luscious sight of poor Jennifer
having her nipples whipped. I pitied her, yet having never seen such a
thing I found it impossible not to look, and be amazed, and forget, for a
moment, the bulging presence within the opening of my cunt. Now,
however, with renewed strength and energy, John burrowed into me and I
was forced to open myself to his presence.
He was pressure. He was insistence. Above all, he was large. His
wide cockhead split me like a plum and he stabbed up within me, making
me gasp, making me take all of him. I found myself impaled on his dick
and there was absolutely nothing I could do to rid myself of him. I bucked
my hips, but that only let him go deeper.
ÒDo that again,Ó John told me.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. But he seized my hips more viciously with his hands
and forced me to buck upon him. Soon I felt his grip lighten and found that
I was, indeed, obeying his command. I couldnÕt stop what heÕd started.
Biting my lower lip and doing my utmost to receive him without hurting
myself, I shoved my bottom repeatedly into his groin.
He began moving within me. Not just letting his shaft hammer me as
I bounced my bottom against him, but actually shoving himself back and
forth, in deep, long strokes, inside my wetness. I clung to him with the
folds of my sex. My entire form seemed to close on him, tightening my
grip on him even as I bucked my ass against him and he hammered me with
his own independent movements. I raised my face up off the bedcovers and
felt my bosoms shake underneath me as I held myself up with my palms
flat on the bed.
ÒYes! Yes! Yes!Ó I blurted. Jennifer, flat on her back on the bed,
howled as ColetteÕs fingerings at her spot brought her pleasure.
John held himself manfully as I gave him my best. I didnÕt care
anymore that my mom might appear and see me without my panties on. I
rammed my girlish ass against him like a lioness, my golden hair falling in
my eyes, my bosoms shaking beneath me like abandoned fruit, left to fend
for themselves in the rising wind of autumn.
ÒFuck me! Fuck me with your tit!Ó I heard as Colette, mounting one
of JenniferÕs pillowy bosoms, tried to force the cone of flesh into her
cunt. She could not find release upon JenniferÕs little peaked nipple, and
soon passed on to JenniferÕs face, where she sat her pussy down on the
girlÕs gasping mouth.
ÒMmmmf! Mmmmmf!Ó I blathered, bucking against my steed. John
groaned as, Indian-like, I made my bare waist a thing of vaselike
movements, back and forth and back and forth and back again, sleek and
unending in its demands. Gripped within me, splitting me but yet,
ultimately, captive to me, John found his huge organ immersed within the
pleasurable sensations of Need. The Need that builds and builds until you
are straining, yearning, eager to cum and yet not wanting to lose it. I felt
a tension within my womb, knowing I must release myself upon him, let
myself ride a great balling orgasm. And I knew he must feel it too, but in
his case it must be more desperate still, for his Need would result in him
losing his precious seed. Deep in my hungering womb. Where my eggs lay.
The eggs that would make him a father. Had I taken my pill? In my
bouncing squirmings I couldnÕt remember now. Perversely, I hoped I
hadnÕt. I wanted him to impregnate me. Let his little moment of folly
bind him to me forever. And then, as I felt his organ swell with his
impending release, I realized I didnÕt know his name. Later I found out it
was ÔJohn,Õ never learning his last name. How could I finger a man I didnÕt
know? He would escape, and leave me with child, alone in the world and
helpless.
A bursting within me. He came in me just as I came upon his
enormous prick. There was no time for second thoughts, for newfound
reservations. His seed flooded into my womb, hot, copious. I found myself
drowning inside, so wet and sticky and fulsome was his spurting.
Jennifer, meanwhile, abandoned with her spot half-tickled, but
unfulfilled, bucked her bare hips upon the sheet of the bed as her mouth
was pinned down and forced to lick within ColetteÕs nest.
I received. All of JohnÕs sperm, possibly all heÕd ever made in his
life, came spurting from his balls, 30 years worth of seed made in his
testicles and saved up just for me. For my womb, for my eggs that
simmered inside me, begging for fertilization. I mouthed the bedcovers. I
bit them. I knew I was bad and deserved whatever he gave me. In and out
he shoved himself, sluicing in the wetness of my juices and his spouting
seed. We climaxed together. It was the perfect merging of two healthy
young bodies. His, hairy and strong and demanding; mine sleek and small
and yet just as eager for him as he was for me, the two of us slamming
our hips back and forth like joined serpents. Poor Jennifer offered her
hips to us but we ignored her. Her bush was left to bounce upon the bed,
unattended, she hearing our cries as her own mouth was forced to feed in
the wet moistness of ColetteÕs pussy.
Our course completed at last, our combat finished, John withdrew
his hardness from me. I stood up. I brushed back my hair. How does one
compose oneself after such an intimate joust? I saw JenniferÕs eyes
staring upward, and looked, and saw a mirror there, on the ceiling. She
had seen all. I smiled at her. She stared blankly at me, her nose in
ColetteÕs bush and her mouth feeding within the womanÕs pussy. I turned
to John. I smiled at him. I looked down at his organ and saw it was
declining in strength. I touched his drippy cockhead. It enlarged a little
at my touch, then continued its shrinkage. Men are so strange. How do
they become so big if their wieners are really so small? His hugeness
withered away. I wanted to bend down and kiss him back to life but he
turned away. He was done with me. He went looking for our room key and
found it on a dresser by the door. He unlocked our door and went out. I
watched his hairy ass as he rounded the corner and left me without so
much as saying goodbye.
Still, he had given me his best. I felt like running after him but I
didnÕt. I turned instead to Jennifer. We were friends. WeÕd promised,
with our eyes, to protect each other at the party. I spied ColetteÕs crop
lying on the bed. I picked it up. It was payback time.
WHACK! I slammed the crop against the soft, bulging whiteness of
ColetteÕs ass. It was a pretty ass, but I was mad at her for getting me
raped and for biting JenniferÕs pretty pink nipples.
ÒOh, God!Ó Colette cried. She clapped her hands to her bottom and
her head flung itself back. I watched as the red line IÕd burned into her
posterior made her squirm upon JenniferÕs mouth, and I realized sheÕd
enjoyed it.
ÒDid you like that?Ó I gasped. I was angry at her, and appalled. How
could a woman like having her hiney whacked? I mean, if a man insists,
for his own wicked pleasure, I guess a girl can find enjoyment in making
him happy, accepting her fate, letting him work his will on her. But there
were no men here now. There was just me, and Jennifer, and Colette. I
smacked her hands with the crop and she yanked them off her bottom. She
shoved her ass back at me, begging for more.
I gave her another blow, and another, in rapid succession. I wanted
her off my friend. Colette, finding my blows harder and harder, found her
bare bottom was less prepared for my punishment than sheÕd thought. I
showed her no mercy. I hoped each stroke of mine, however imprecisely
and weak-wristedly I delivered it, still very much a novice, made a big
welt across her ass. I tried my best to hurt her. Colette bucked and
moaned and ground her pussy into JenniferÕs face. Jennifer, I realized,
was getting the worse for it, her poor face practically smashed within
ColetteÕs cunt, but I didnÕt know how else to help her. Might I wrestle
Colette off her? Colette was sleek and firm and I knew she would just
overpower me. I had to stay back, yet punish her enough to get her off my
friend.
Suddenly Colette tensed. She was cumming. I watched in horror as
Colette mushed her pussy upon JenniferÕs poor mouth and orgasmed. I
sensed Jennifer, if only to rid herself of the woman, worked her tongue in
ColetteÕs slit and pleasured her. Upon that stabbing tongue and attentive
wet mouth Colette issued forth her moist spendings. Then, tossing back
her hair and getting up from my friend as if she were rising off a toilet,
Colette climbed down off the bed. She looked at me, a little guiltily I
hoped, and then she caught my face in my hands and kissed me.
Our bedroom door was still open and she simply walked out, leaving
me with her lipstick on my lips, swinging her hips and reaching back to
cup her bottom. It must have hurt from all the blows IÕd delivered.
I looked at Jennifer. We were alone. We were bereft. Colette and
John had simply used us and left. We were guests at an orgy, I realized.
We were here to use each otherÕs bodies, and nothing more. We were like
children with a key to somebodyÕs candy shop, except our own bodies were
each otherÕs candy.
I climbed onto the bed. Jennifer, crying, offered me her bush. I
kissed it. It was furry. I looked at her, my nose buried in her bush, and
gave her a polite little lick. Did she wish for more? A bucking of her hips
showed me she did.
ÒChildren!Ó I heard from the doorway. My head bolted up and I turned
to face my accuser. Was it mom? No, I breathed, in my relief. It was
Miriam. But I blushed all the same as she saw me with my nose sniffing
JenniferÕs quim. ÒCome, you two! We are going to have a dance now, and I
donÕt want you to miss it!Ó Miriam said. She strode into our borrowed
bedroom and gazed at us with loving eyes. ÒPoor girl! Has someone been
biting your nipples?Ó she asked Jennifer. There were hickeys all over
JenniferÕs sweet gourds where Colette had bitten her.
Jennifer, her wrists still bound to the headboard, could only stare up
at Miriam, guiltily, I thought, given the blush that suddenly flooded her
cheeks. Miriam bent and kissed each of JenniferÕs teats. ÒMmmmm!Ó
Miriam declared. She savored them, as if drawing nectar from them.
Jennifer, already blushing, gasped a little moan.
ÒThere, that should make them all better,Ó Miriam suggested,
showering JenniferÕs nipples with a series of little kisses. I, hoping to
make Jennifer happy, licked in her bush with little licks.
Miriam stood up. She untied JenniferÕs wrists from the headboard.
It took a while. The rope had been tied tightly and Miriam didnÕt want to
break her fingernails. All the while I politely kissed JenniferÕs cunny, not
sure now whether she wanted me to make her cum or not, Miriam being
present amongst us.
Angel in Flesh
by Bohdan Kot
Her legs tangle me like a vine.
I eat her gentle ripe fruit.
She fills me with a green fire.
A madness not from heaven or hell
swirls on my bed made of clouds.
The air lays heavy on my back.
My room, dark and blue, forms a glow.
The full moon shines on her face
while I continue to feast.
Angel sheds a smile
that spills over me like a wet sun ray.
COMIC REVIEW
by holy joe
BobÕs Funny book, No. 1, 25 cents. Minicomic. Blue paper, 8 pages.
Brian Kirk, Moot Comics, 93 Sunapee Street, Springfield, MA 01108. e-
mail: mootcomics@aol.com web: http://www.the-
spa.com/bear/moothome
Review: This is a short, rather pointless story about a comic
book shop proprietor. HeÕs named Bob. He orders a new batch of comic
books and finds that prices have risen so much that the distributor is
only able to deliver a single comic. That, at least, appears to be the
story. ThereÕs no dialogue in this comic. Instead, Brian relies on
ÔpictureÕ word balloons. I enjoyed looking at the art in this comic, but
without dialogue it lacked a certain amount of substance. Worse, the
comic appears to have been drawn to please a friend (a real life ÔBobÕ).
So, instead of ending the comic looking like an ass, as the ever-lovable
ÔAsinine HeadÕ would, BobÕs comic ends with Bob happy and content.
HereÕs an idea: Next issue, Bob refuses to let kids read his
ÔvaluableÕ comics. (No browsing! Purchase only!) He complains that
they have sticky fingers from eating candy. In retaliation, a kid buys a
(cheap) comic, asks to use the toilet, and stuffs the comic down into
the commode. A little later, Bob goes to the toilet for a nice s(h)it. He
takes his most valuable comic book with him, grumbling about how he
has to constantly ÔprotectÕ his valuable comics from Ôthose damn kidsÕ.
(His customers.) Flushing after a good poop, Bob feels the toilet water
welling up under his bottom. The shop is flooded with turds and all
BobÕs ÔvaluableÕ comics get spoiled by water damage. Then, to stay in
business, Bob is forced to hold a Ôflood saleÕ, selling his comics at cut-
rate prices.
ÒNow weÕve got some fun stuff to read!Ó one sticky-fingered kid,
munching on messy candy, tells another as they enjoy BobÕs discount
comics.
(The Three Stooges, after all, didnÕt get popular by being happy
and content in their films.)
AND IN THE END...
Where would we be without
PARENTS?
ÒWhen Zane Grey was 15 his father tore up his first attempt at
fiction. ...Yet GreyÕs pioneering westerns were to become so popular
that, in the end, they provided the bases for more than 100 films.Ó
-The Economist, July 19, 1997, Review page 13.
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