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HOW TO PROTECT WOMEN AND GIRLS
and save the Earth
In Uncommon Desires Newsletter (UDN) 26, one Òjoseph r.Ó writes:
ÒSex researchers who have studied men who are erotically attracted to
underage girls have long known that such men are... attracted to a wider
range of females ...Dr. Ron Langevin found that such men have a Ôhigh
heterosexual potentialÕ to find sexual satisfaction with an adult.Ó (pg. 2)
This prompted me to do my own study. But I wasnÕt wondering about
the sexual preferences of pedophiles. I was wondering about the sexual
preferences of ordinary, normal Americans.
HereÕs what IÕve found:
1. Middle-class American yuppie men, and their sons, have a higher
probability than previously thought to find satisfaction in a homosexual
relationship.
While preferring vaginal sexual intercourse, 62.3 percent of
American men and boys stated that they would, if necessary, be capable of
finding sexual satisfaction by being fucked up the ass by a homosexual
man. This is one of the reasons, in fact, that Boy George was able to sell
so many records in America in the 1980Õs. ItÕs also why, when you read
Penthouse Variations, you often find yourself reading sex stories where
the man is submissive and the female is dominant.
2. Middle-class American women scored even higher. While willing
to partake of vaginal sexual intercourse with a male, my study discovered
that 87.2 percent of American women, and girls, actually preferred
engaging in a lesbian relationship with a woman. Only a perceived fear of
societal disapproval kept these women and girls in heterosexual
relationships.
This is great news! Hence, I am proposing ÒThe holy joe Plan to Save
the Earth.Ó
As you know, women and girls have been abused by males for
thousands of years. The female has been forced to live in a male-
dominated, patriarchal society where she was little more than property,
first of her father, then of her husband.
Under my plan, all heterosexual intercourse would be absolutely
forbidden. Additionally, all contact of any kind between males and
females would be illegal. No longer would women have to worry about
being harassed, stalked, or even looked at by a man. They could go about
their business safe in the knowledge that, under no circumstances, would
any man legally be able to get them into a bed.
But the news gets even better. In approximately 70 years, there
would be no more people in America. Of course, my policies would not
apply to Indians living on Indian reservations. The Indians, who had nearly
all of North America stolen from them, would at last be able to reclaim
what is rightfully theirs.
As for Texas, Arizona, and California, these territories would revert
to their true owner: Mexico.
There would be a greatly improved environment on planet Earth,
because all of the Americans who are currently driving around in large,
gas-guzzling vehicles would have ceased to exist.
Furthermore, America would set a shining example for the rest of
the world in sexual restraint, demonstrating, once and for all, that
America is (or, rather, was) the holiest nation on Earth.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 388
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Five
Kate went through the list of females again, just to make sure she
had all their names right: There was Marie, of course, and then Lynette
who was slim and a model, and herself, and Cindy, and Nancy who was a
secretary, and slim as Lynette, but a decade younger. Kate ticked off the
men as well: There was Jim, handsome and athletic and too excited to
keep his boner in check. And then, in a buttondown shirt, his jacket laid
over the back of the couch, there was Rod. And beside him, casually
dressed like Jim in shorts and a polo shirt, there was David. And last
there was Mike, who looked fresh from work just like Rod, though it was 8
p.m. and Kate knew neither of them would have come to MarieÕs without a
trip home to change.
Four men, six women, if you included the serving girl who offered
them drinks with her panties pulled down. Everyone seemed a little tense.
The introductions had all been made and theyÕd all had drinks, and then
more drinks, and wonderful crackers topped with cheeses and sauces and
special imported meats.
There was a soft record playing in the background but it abruptly
came to an end, the side finished and done. A silence fell on the guests.
Jim cleared his throat.
ÒWould you like to see my game room?Ó Marie asked. Kate looked at
her and saw even she was a little tense. There were nods, people stood.
Marie rose from a loveseat, taking Rod with her, her hand in his. She
turned and led them all down a hallway and then turned and led them down
another hall. Kate had not seen this part of the house before. Marie had
just finished it in the last week. ÒAlways expanding, like Disneyland,Ó
Marie had told her, on her last visit, though the analogy, like the real wax
records Marie favored, was now dated.
Marie stopped them in the hall. ÒIÕm afraid only nude partying is
allowed in my game room,Ó Marie said. ÒBefore we enter it, we go through
a locker room. Please use it to hang up your clothes in one of the lockers.
If you have valuables, give them to me and IÕll lock them all together in a
lockable locker, that I have the key to. The rest of the lockers are just for
convenience. So if you have some really valuable panties on, ladies, give
them to me, or you might find them gone when youÕre done!Ó
The guests laughed. Jim was standing beside Kate. She had one of
his hands and Cindy had the other. He was a little nervous, and his crotch
had gained a bulge so noticeable it looked like a snake was trapped in his
pants.
Marie opened the door to the locker room. ÒItÕs unisex, of course,Ó
Marie said. ÒJust pick a locker and take your things off.Ó
The room was brightly lit inside. It had a white tiled floor. Metal
lockers lined two of its walls, with a wooden bench set in the floor. A
urinal stood in one corner, next to a sink. Beside it were two toilets.
They had no walls around them. They shared a toilet paper dispenser
between themselves. A simple shower, without glass or a curtain, stood
in one corner, with a fresh bar of soap in a soap dish underneath it. A pile
of towels sat in a closet whose door stood open, revealing more soap but
no washcloths, no scrub brush, and no bath sponge. Hands would be used if
anyone needed a shower, and Kate was quite sure they all would.
For the next several minutes, with Marie taking the lead, they
occupied themselves in undressing. Casually they glanced at each other as
they undressed. Bosoms came into view and pussies. The maid lost her
bikini panties and bra but was permitted to keep her gloves and her heels
on. Nancy, hanging up her clothes dispassionately in a locker, retained her
string of pearls.
ÒWell, at least you donÕt LOOK pregnant,Ó Kate said, patting CindyÕs
bare belly. They stood naked before each other, wearing just their heels.
Marie had stripped down to her knee-high boots. Lynette kept her granny
boots on.
ÒAlright, letÕs check out the game room,Ó Marie said to them.
Everyone stood around her. Kate and Cindy found themselves mesmerized
by all the male flesh displayed. Jim was as large and as hard as theyÕd
hoped, sporting a 10 incher at least, while Rob, older than Marie, dangled
tumescently, swollen but not quite fully upright yet. David and Mike had
erections that stood up like flagpoles.
Marie let them in to her gameroom. Kate gasped. SheÕd never seen
anything like it before. It was hardly a room youÕd invite children to play
in. There was a rape rack, where someone could be tied spread-eagle
against the wall, their genitals forced to protrude by a cushion that could
be slid up or down the rack to adjust to the personÕs height.
There was a bondage table. A small pillow waited at the edge of it,
to receive the tummy of the person bent over it. There was a cage beside
it, too small to stand up in or even to sit in or lie in. And there was a
rocking horse, with a velvet cloth draped over its middle, offering a very
soft saddle for whoever went riding upon it.
Yet, hanging on the wall, right next to the luxuriously saddled horse,
was an array of implements designed to cause pain. Kate reached back and
ran her fingertips over her bare bottom. She gazed at the equipment.
Several crops similar to the one Marie had used on her in the barn hung
quietly above the horseÕs rump. Next to them were two whips. One had
many thongs. Kate opened her bottom cheeks with her hands,
instinctively, remembering what MarieÕs use of that style of crop on her
had led to: a deep, thoroughly penetrating butt-fuck by one of the men
whom Marie had held prisoner. And next to it was a whip with a single
tail, innocuous, but Kate had learned that even a small whip like that,
expertly wielded, could make a girl jump.
There was little chance that Kate would escape playing the victim at
this party, and she knew it. She was too small, too young, too blonde and
naive. Still holding her bottom apart, as if to expose it to as much of the
cooling air in the room as she could while she still had the chance, Kate
stared at the whips and crops on the wall. Cindy, equally mesmerized, for
she was as young as Kate and with child, touched KateÕs waist, ever so
softly, and together they stood contemplating the deeply erotic horror.
The others seemed equally spellbound. Lynette, wiggling her bottom
a little and touching a hand to her tummy, lifted a cuff fixed to the rape
rack. It was soft and lined with fur. But the rack it hung from, with its
protruding hump to offer oneÕs genitals, stood right next to a vicious
collection of oversized dildos. They looked like small rockets standing on
a shelf next to the rack. Many were abnormally long and thick. Several
had studs all along their shafts. Another looked like it sported a tip that
could heat itself, while in a bucket of ice stood one waiting to chill
whomever it touched.
The men were no less surprised by the contents of the room. For
them were shelves crowded with cock rings, made of leather or rubber.
Intermingled with these were pouches that looked like bags for old coins.
But in fact they were designed to hold a manÕs most precious treasure of
all, his testicles. And quite tightly too. Some were designed with the
practical necessity of preventing him spending. These, made to push his
balls down, instead of up, wrapped the scrotum in binding leather at its
summit. They left the sack of a manÕs balls to swing free, like
churchbells, underneath, sticking out of a leathern ÔbagÕ with no bottom.
There were no clothes in the game room. Just appliances designed to
tease and torture the sex organs. Dildos, clips, rings, everything one saw
was made for those intimate bodily parts that usually were treated with
deep care and concern. Now, bereft of soft panties or bras, the girls stood
about gazing at these small appliances. There was a shiver of
apprehension that was palpable in each one of them, though they tried to
cover it up with soft laughs or giggles. And the men, used to wearing at
least a jock strap when engaging in physical sport, had no protection for
themselves either. Their penises stood out involuntarily, all naked and
bare and pulsing, while their precious testicles hung quite openly between
their legs.
After the practical task of getting undressed, and the rush to file
into the game room, and the initial shock of seeing it, the guests stood for
a moment and sized each other up for sex play. There was no hiding oneÕs
charms. Everyone was quiveringly bare. Marie had barred and locked the
door to the game room so that no one could contemplate leaving.
The room had no windows. Eyes, however blushingly, had little to
look at except the bare bodies of other people. The girls stood about with
their hair still soft and neat, their makeup perfect, their nipples risen and
their bushes provocatively on offer. The men, equally, found themselves
confronted not just by the sight of lovely nude females but by other males,
all of them fully erect and dying to shoot out their loads.
This was no mere boyÕs shower in gym class. Each male was aware
not only of his own erection, but of that of three other males near him.
ÒWell, you look like youÕve got rather a big woody there,Ó Rod said to
Jim.
ÒYeah, I guess I do,Ó Jim admitted. He looked down at himself as
Lynette, turning from the rape rack with its shelf of dildos, found herself
thigh-bumpingly close to Jim.
ÒGod, I have to cum!Ó David, who was KateÕs age, said in a half-
desperate voice. He stood out quite eagerly, unable to help himself. Rod,
who had finally become erect upon seeing all the implements in the game
room, reached over and touched DavidÕs penis.
Surely anyplace else it would have been a forbidden act. Yet here, in
the room, David let Rod touch him, uncomplainingly watching as Rod openly
admired his penis.
ÒNo offence, lad, but youÕve got quite a shocker here,Ó Rod said to
David. ÒYouÕre liable to scare the girls away with this!Ó
On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I donÕt know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
YouÕve got Jack with you riding shotgun
and youÕre on the road again just like old times
and IÕm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasnÕt me is all I know.
I heard theyÕre predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
WouldnÕt take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
IÕd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they donÕt know)
how IÕm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying Òhey thereÓ,
IÕd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasnÕt happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
AND IN THE END...
WHAT GIRLS LIKE
ÒWith Leonardo DiCaprio we might get the strange sight of pre-
pubescent girls queuing around the block to see a black and white art
movie.Ó
- Newsweek, July 20, 1998, pg. 68 (on the film ÔCelebrityÕ, which stars
Leonardo DiCaprio).
(Pre-pubescent girls in love with a grown man? EEEEYAH! - h.j.)
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ÒHe has 12 minutes in the film.Ó
- Ibid. (on DiCaprio, in ÔCelebrityÕ.)