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REMOVAL OF OVARIES
REDUCES FEMINIST TENDENCIES
Amherst, Mass. (UP) - Doctors today announced a breakthrough which
may help control feminists.
The breakthrough was based on a year-long study of women who have
had their ovaries removed. The results of the study showed that women
who are unable to reproduce sexually are less likely to engage in feminist
behavior.
The president praised the results upon hearing them, saying, ÒMen
everywhere will celebrate these results. Anything that helps control
feminism is a blessing to our nation.Ó
Doctors described the procedure and its effects in an hour-long news
conference.
ÒBasically, the problem of feminism is womb-related,Ó Dr. Albert
Justice explained to reporters. ÒTake away a womanÕs reproductive
capability, and she will have less interest in men.Ó
Doctors were asked about the cost of the procedure.
ÒThis is definitely an issue,Ó Dr. Justice agreed. ÒThatÕs why weÕre
recommending a much safer procedure as an everyday alternative that can
be employed by the courts to control feminists. Our findings show that
simply by removing a womanÕs clitoris, the same effects can be achieved
as would be achieved by removing her ovaries. In fact, the effects may be
enhanced. A woman without a clitoris wonÕt be able to experience an
orgasm and, hence, will be less likely to associate with men and to
possibly engage in harmful feminist behavior in their presence.Ó
Dr. Justice also described other ways courts might use to control
feminists: ÒWe are recommending the immediate removal of the nipples
of any woman convicted of feminism,Ó Dr. Justice said. ÒA woman
wouldnÕt even have to take off her dress to conform to a court order
requiring her nipples to be removed. It would be quick, safe, and with
anesthetics it would be painless. Of course, some judges have indicated
to us that the infliction of pain in the procedure might in fact help other
women to refrain from feminist behavior.Ó
Before concluding, the news conference delved into the troublesome
issue of feminists who have been proven to be totally unable to control
their behavior. ÒItÕs true there are some feminists for whom clitoral
removal, or even removal of the ovaries, will not be helpful,Ó Dr. Justice
said. ÒThese are truly hard cases, because no matter how much help the
woman is given, she still insists on being a feminist. But our study has
come up with a solution even for these very sick individuals,Ó Dr. Justice
said. ÒWe have found that, in all cases, removal of the brain will cure
them.Ó
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 339
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Two
Like Riding Hood, waiting for Grandma in a most unique bed of my
own, I lay with hips upraised on MiriamÕs ÒLove Hump.Ó The guests turned
their attention to me again as turned from the mattress and walked
briskly back to the Hump. I noticed everyone fiddling with the rose petals
they held. They were eager to begin, to please me. I had nothing to do but
lie and wait for it. Yet I teasingly lifted my ass a little, parting my
thighs, and showed them my pussy with a seductive little smile prettying
my face. They loved it. The women clapped and the men impulsively
reached for their dongs and stroked them.
ÒOh!Ó a woman cried, as a spattering of sperm suddenly flew from
the penis tip of a man behind her and landed on her bare bottom.
ÒDick! Not yet!Ó a woman beside the man whoÕd just cum implored
him.
ÒI-IÕm still hard,Ó the man assured her. He seemed a little surprised
as his length did not diminish and his thickness remained the same. Yet
the woman heÕd shot off on was forced to wipe herself with her hand. She
found wiping him off a little disagreeable, I thought, his gunk making her
hands all sticky. But she consoled herself by putting her gooey fingers
into her mouth. Her boyfriend eyed her suspiciously.
ÒI hope you donÕt like his taste better than mine,Ó he said.
ÒNo, I just donÕt, well--Miriam hates to see good sperm wasted,Ó the
female replied.
ÒYes, excellent! You are most welcome at all my parties, dear, if you
have respect for menÕs sperm!Ó Miriam proclaimed. ÒI hope to have a
regular troupe here soon, everyone knowing how precious it is to be able
to play naked and fuck. WeÕll watch romances in between times, to keep
you men from being too beastly.Ó
The two waiters appeared, carrying a spreader bar. Miriam told
them to put it between my feet.
ÒIs this really necessary?Ó I asked, gritting my teeth a little as I
felt the leather loops at each end of the bar wrapped round my ankles. The
bar was three feet wide! I would be utterly theirs now, not even able to
tease anymore, for my legs were captive and spread, like butterfly wings
on a pegboard.
ÒYes, you might get sore, and I need you to stay open Ôtil the last
man or the last woman has had fun pleasuring you,Ó Miriam told me.
ÒDonÕt worry, IÕve got KY right here to keep everything nice and wet.Ó She
showed me the bottle and then squeezed a bit of it into my open gash. I
was quite moist now. There was nothing left to do save to accept my fate
and ride it out.
Sauron dropped the first petal. I felt a little angry at him and
pretended to catch at it with my mouth, but I purposely missed it. If
Miriam noticed, she did not complain. I think she preferred joining
unfamiliar lovers in sex games. Since IÕd arrived with Sauron, she
preferred that another fuck me.
Katy was next. Again I pretended to grab at her down-floating petal
with my teeth. Again I made sure I missed. Next came Sharon. She was
nice, a little flakey, I tried hard for her petal for I knew she wouldnÕt hurt
me. But I missed. And then Sandy, lean and fire-eyed and tawny brown
from playing long hours in the sun, dropped her petal. Something about her
smouldering gaze made me feel I had to do my best to catch it. And, my
lips closing on it, my eyes widening in surprise, I realized I had.
Sandy smiled a catÕs smile. Without even a momentÕs hesitation, she
extruded her little tongue from her lips and dove for my twat. I jerked. I
felt a pink spear stab into my softness. My hips rolled on the Hump. I
gasped. She found my clitty and tortured it.
With heaving breasts, suffering a tension of need as Sandy withdrew
her tongue, I gasped out the remnants of my first orgasm. Sandy had, as
expertly as a nurse, brought me off. My gash yearned for new attention.
She left my hips and sauntered past my head. She gazed down at my face
and looked as if she would sit on it, if she could. But Miriam didnÕt want
me to be a brownnose, at least not yet. Sandy flicked her head, pretending
she hadnÕt really wanted me as Miriam cautioned her not to sit. She strode
back to her husband and told him to try me next.
He approached. I did not know his name. I wanted to ask, but he
scared me. He was brawny and hard all over from weightlifting, not least
at the point that made itself quite important, standing up in all 12 of its
glorious inches from the center of his form. With an iron grip he seized
my thighs with his palms.
ÒNo, you must toss your petal first,Ó Miriam told him. He glared at
her.
ÒIÕm not a fag,Ó he retorted. ÒJust let me fuck her.Ó
ÒWould you like me to throw your petal for you?Ó Sharon asked him.
He nodded at the strawberry blonde. She accepted the petal from him and
turned to me. She did not get behind the hump. He was taking up all the
space where she might have stood.
Leaning out, standing beside me, letting her breasts hang right over
me as if they were cowÕs udders waiting for milktime, Sharon let the
little petal fly. I watched leery-eyed as it wafted down toward me. This
was cheating! Yet, afraid of the man between my legs, I parted my lips
and bobbed my head in little upward-rising motions. And I caught it! I
held the rose petal between my lips and realized I was in for the fucking
of my young life.
With hands of steel the man yanked my thighs even wider than they
already were. I coughed and cried out, losing my petal. He stabbed at me
with his prick. Miriam, helpfully, squirted a long stream of oil upon his
length as he made to put it up me.
I screamed. His entry was dynamic, pushy, unloving. He just wanted
IN, and my virgin-like tightness was not about to delay him. He fucked me
with hard-stabbing strokes and I felt my inner muscles give way. Up he
went, making me cry aloud as his hot-iron poker rammed deep into me.
Tears stung my eyes. He didnÕt love me. He just wanted to shoot. I was
convenient. He let Sandy, his wife, turn his face with her uplifted palm.
Looking at her, not at me, he kissed her.
With flashing, deep-penetrating strokes SandyÕs hubby reamed me as
she and he kissed. Their tongues interwove. Her hands stroked his ass and
cupped his large hanging balls. He kept my thighs rippingly-wide and
forced me to take him entirely in thundering, merciless thrusts.
For long minutes I was forced to endure his assault. At last,
enjoying himself immensely, his own wife squeezing his balls with
encouragement, my carefree lover spurted his seed into my cunt. I cried
with passion as his rudeness sent new waves of orgasm through me. I
shivered, I bucked, I tossed my head and wished it would be over, yet also
wished it would not be.
Withdrawing himself at last, my lover left me. Sandy bent and
kissed my tummy and licked up a little of her hubbyÕs sperm from my dell.
Then they walked away. His ass was small, tight, hairy. He let it relax as
he walked away from me. I watched the tension evaporate from the hinds.
Sandy, still needing her own release, swung her hips eagerly. Together,
holding hands, they both sat down on JenniferÕs mattress. She was still
holding her knees. Sandy crawled over to her and undid her arms.
ÒLie back,Ó I heard her whisper. ÒHave you ever rubbed clits with a
woman?Ó
I did not hear JenniferÕs answer. SandyÕs face murmured over hers
and then all sounds of words were replaced by soft tremulous sighs and
kissed. Sandy, with businesslike acumen, fitted her legs within the
intertwining legs of Jennifer, so that their slits would rub exactly
together.
Now the crowd parted. All pretense was lost as one group sought
JenniferÕs mattress, while the other dropped their petals and descended on
me. All was shamelessness. Miriam herself positioned herself over my
face and then lowered her big womanÕs bottom onto my nose. I inhaled. I
smelt bathroom smells, but with a mingling of perfume.
ÒLick my hole,Ó Miriam told me. I felt hands grope between my legs
and fingers, seeking my clitty, brush through my pubic hair. I stuck out my
tongue. I wedged it between MiriamÕs ass cheeks even as a tongue lapped
the undercurve of my own bottom.
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
Exotic Magazine, Volume 5, Number 5, $1.95. 8 1/2Ó x 11Ó magazine, 46
pages with a slick cover. X Publishing, Inc., 625 SW 10th Avenue, Suite
324B, Portland, OR 97205. E-mail: xmag@teleport.com Web:
http://www.xmag.com
Review: Yikes! I thought I was going to get shot when I opened
this magazine! ThereÕs a girl on the cover, looking directly at me, and
sheÕs pointing a gun at me. It looks quite realistic, almost like 3-D.
Perhaps my nerves have become frayed. Today I was at the mall.
It was eleven oÕclock in the morning, on a weekday. I was leaving the
mall, but I had to stop my car for a moment. In order not to cause
anybody any problems, I parked as far away from everyone and
everything else as I possibly could. Then I got out of my car and took
care of my business. (No, I wasnÕt peeing.)
I was standing next to my car for about three minutes when I see
two security trucks circling around me. Then, one of them, his
headlights blazing, pulls up to where IÕm standing. He wants to know
what IÕm doing standing in the parking lot.
I told him, ÒIÕm a human being and IÕm on planet earth.Ó I figured,
maybe he thought I was from Venus. So this rent-a-cop tells me that
the mallÕs parking lot ÒisnÕt a public park.Ó (WouldnÕt you know, I had
this exact sort of thing happen to me previously at a public park.)
In my opinion, America has become an insane country. Everywhere
you go youÕre watched, monitored, and analyzed. And the people doing
the analysis arenÕt exactly Ph.dÕs. It was even worse a few years ago,
when all the security people were bone-headed 20-year-olds, fresh out
of high school and eager to prove how moralistic they were. Nowadays,
as was the case with me today, the security people are more likely to
be washed-out middle-aged guys. But itÕs still a pain in the ass to have
to deal with them.
Years ago, security people actually had (some) brains. They knew
to Ôplay it cool.Õ They wouldnÕt just rush up to some guy and start
fucking with him. TheyÕd wait. They knew that, if you waited, you
were more likely to find out what the person was actually doing. This
is helpful, since if the person is committing a crime you then have real
evidence, instead of having to make it up.
In my opinion, the current state of American society is self-
destructive. We are experiencing a Ôlaw and orderÕ craze. My feeling
however is that this craze will ultimately backfire. In my case, it
already has. This Ôlaw and orderÕ craze is the very reason I publish Fuck
Decency.
In the latest issue of Exotic Magazine, there is an excellent
article about a 16-year-old who was talking to his friend. They were
talking to each other, having a private conversation. But, unfortunately
for the 16-year-old, the mayor of Falls City, Iowa was standing nearby.
He arrested the 16-year-old for violating a local ordinance against
Òprofane language.Ó The 16-year-old was taken to the police station.
He was questioned. He was charged. Several days later, the 16-year-
old apologized. Nonetheless, he still had to show up in court, and the
charges against him were only dropped when the ACLU got involved.
My advice to the 16-year-old is to publish on the Internet.
America was never meant to be some weird, tight-assed police state.
And, like I said, the whole Ôlaw and orderÕ craze looks to me like itÕs
going to backfire. By publishing, say, ÔFuck the MayorÕ regularly on the
Internet, you will actually help ameliorate the excessiveness of this
craze, and lessen the backfire effect. The mayor is a public figure, so
you can say anything you want about him, provided youÕre not
expressing Òactual malice.Ó DonÕt threaten him with physical harm, and
donÕt be malicious. WhatÕs malicious? ItÕs hard to say, but basically if
you use some judgement with regard to what youÕre writing, you wonÕt
have any problem.
For instance, it might be of interest to the mayor that right next
to the article about him, thereÕs a highly educational article about sex.
In reading this article, I was able to add two new words to my
vocabulary. I learned that ÒfelchingÓ means: Òsucking sperm out of
your partnerÕs orifice after anal sex.Ó Even better, guess what
ÒshrimpingÓ means, Mr. Mayor? It means: Òthe same as felching,
except using a straw.Ó (Page 30.)
Now I must admit, that is clever, isnÕt it? ÒBelchingÓ is, of
course, having stuff come out of your mouth. And now some wise sage
has come up with a word for stuff (specifically, sperm) going into your
mouth: ÒfelchingÓ. Be careful, however! ÒFelchingÓ is a word thatÕs
dangerously close to Òfilching.Ó Imagine if you wanted to report a case
of ÒfilchingÓ to the mayor, perhaps of public monies, and you
accidentally said ÒfelchingÓ instead of filching! Then youÕd be accusing
the person who filched of sucking sperm, and youÕd be violating the
local ordinance against bad words, too! (But then there could be two
trials, instead of just one, which I suppose would make all the Ôlaw and
orderÕ people happy.)
Other articles in this magazine include ÒBabes, Guns and Rock-N-
Roll,Ó ÒBoogie Nights,Ó ÒStripperRock,Ó and ÒHurts So Good,Ó which
reports on the Òliving in leather conference.Ó
Exotic Magazine is a monthly publication from Portland, Oregon
that has lots of ads for strippers in it. So if you know any mayors who
need to loosen up, perhaps a copy of this magazine, sent to their
address, will help them in finding a place to let off some steam. (Or
whatever else is backed-up inside them.)
AND IN THE END...
ÒJustice for all.Ó
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-END OF 339 EMISSION
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