gigijoe@fullspeed.com writes: Hey, Roller, whatÕs with you, man?
Are you turning into a wus?! ARE YOU SLOWING DOWN?! Are you some
commie pinko faggot who lets a bunch of women (including Senator Exon)
tell him what he can and cannot write? It has been 3 1/2 hours since I got
a sex story in the mail from you. WhatÕs the matter, are your wee little
fingers getting tired?
When I was back in ÔNam, we had to torch seven villages in one day.
They were on the other side of a mountain from our base. We had to hike
through the hot sun to get to those villages and burn up all those women
and children, but we were proud to do it, because we were AMERICANS!
Kids today, why you donÕt even know how to type the word Fuck! Let me
tell you, Fuck is the number one word in the ArmyÕs vocabulary. We said
Fuck 5,000 times every day in Nam. Fuck it, Get the Fuck over here, Fuck
Nam, and Fuck the Army too. As for you, Roller, I have just one thing to
say to you: get your Fucking ass in gear! LetÕs see more stories in this
here mailbox of mine, boy! Why, if you were in charge of the American
revolution, weÕd all be speaking English today, instead of American. Fuck
those feminists! Hurry up and publish more stories!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 44
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Four
...Peter found himself staring down at Lori's naked bottom as she
sashayed into the sex emporium.
"I hope they have lots of fun toys here," Lori said over her shoulder
to Peter.
"I have a fun toy right between my legs," Peter responded.
The small group was met by an older woman in a black cire dress
with a choker neckline that hugged her every curve and revealed her every
move. She locked the glass door behind them, as at night a visit to the
shop was by appointment only.
"My, what a nice little gaggle of damsels you have here, Roger," the
woman, named Miriam, complimented. "Off with your shirts, girls, that I
might fit you with a selection of bras, panties, and stockings." Despite
having never met Miriam before the girls pulled off their tee shirts at
once. Their breasts jiggled alluringly as they were freed from the taut
cotton.
Miriam then walked up to Jake and Mike and, giving a little coo of
admiration, lifted the triangles of cloth which lay atop their erect
penises.
"I'll enjoy fitting those," Miriam said. Gently she lay the cloth
triangles back atop the men's cocks and turned to Peter.
"My, you may have the best of all," Miriam said as she lifted his
loincloth.
"You can rub it if you like," Peter said hopefully.
"May I suck it?" Miriam asked.
"Now Miriam," Roger cautioned. "He might come."
"You're a big boy, aren't you?" Miriam asked Peter frankly.
"I, I think so," Peter stuttered.
"Good," Miriam said, and knelt demurely and lifted his penis to her
lips. For a moment the group could only stand in shocked silence as one of
their number's members slipped between the lips of the woman in black.
This scene quickly became too much for Jake and Mike, who turned on the
girls and insisted that they kneel and do likewise. Roger found himself
looking around for a whip as Jane invited Lori to kneel and help her service
Jake's big penis. Alison, charged with pleasuring Mike's slightly smaller
member, knelt and began the arduous task of attempting to swallow it.
Roger located a whip but Miriam, looking up momentarily from
Peter's member, told him not to use it. Nearby Alison gasped for breath
over Mike's dick as she swallowed it down, while Jane and Lori competed
to see who could lick Jake's penis in the longest single stroke of the
tongue. A moment later Miriam rose.
"Enough!" Miriam called out. Alison was still attempting to absorb
Mike's girth, and Lori and Jane did not appear to eager to forfeit their
living toy in order to inspect plastic ones instead. Miriam, however,
seized Alison's frail shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Then, with
Alison's help (for she didn't want her friends to have fun if she couldn't),
Miriam pulled up Lori and Jane.
"Alright, girls and boys, it's time for our little tour," Miriam
announced. She took the lead and Roger, whip in hand to strike an errant
move on the part of the 'girls and boys,' took up the rear. Roger found
himself staring at the alluring naked bottoms of the females as they
tottered off, and his eye was even drawn to the compact buttocks of the
men. He imagined himself inserting a butt plug up Peter's bottom, or
subjecting the young man to an enema. Perhaps it would be Lori who
administered an enema to Peter, while Roger whipped their backs,
bottoms, and legs. The thought made Roger's protruding penis tingle.
The men's genitals waggled as they walked, and Miriam, in between
pointing out various devices, thought the spectacle might be more
complete if the men were rid of their loincloths. The cloths were cute,
but nothing beat a totally exposed penis. Miriam stopped the boys and
wordlessly undid their loincloths. The patterned skins fluttered to the
floor. The saliva of the girls glistened as it dried on their members.
"Enjoy your freedom," Miriam said to the boys. "Soon your genitals
will be outfitted in leather." The boys by this time were so smitten by the
allure of the experienced older woman that they made no protest. A
similar statement made by one of the girls would have elicited only a
grunt of displeasure and, most likely, a quick rape. But now the magic of
the sex emporium had all save Miriam and Roger in its grip, and the bodies
of the youths was essentially at the disposal of the two adults to do with
as they pleased.
The girls' ample breasts jiggled as they were led through the shop
and had its various delights pointed out. Miriam pointed out several pair
of nipple clamps, and invited the girls try them on. Jane affixed the
clamps to Lori who, despite her brief association with Roger, had never
experienced them before.
"Ouch," Lori winced. "I don't like them!" Alison was similarly
displeased as Mike and Jake introduced her to the clamps.
"Pleasure and pain, that's what it's all about," Jane said to Lori. "But
I'll take them off for now. Later though you may not have a choice." Lori
made to ask why but received a meaningful glance from Miriam. Lori bit
her lip and said nothing.
As the tour continued it was evident that, at least as far as Alison
and Lori were concerned, their emotions now consisted not only of lustful
desire but a trace of fear. While the men were smitten with Miriam, the
girls, due to their gender, were not.
The spirits of the girls picked up when Miriam asked them to help
her outfit the men with various leather appliances designed exclusively
for their cocks and balls. There were a bewildering assortment of leather
tubes, thongs, and pouches. Some made the men wince, others threatened
to make them come. Finally the girls settled on little spandex tubes
which sheathed all of the man's penis except his head. These were tied off
in a little bow behind the man's testicles, which themselves were
enclosed in a small pouch. The pouch did not allow sufficient room for the
man's testicles to descend, which hardly mattered since all the men's
balls were taut anyway.
After the men had been taken care of Miriam proceeded to help the
girls into a variety of bras. Many were of leather, and not a few supported
the breast while allowing the nipple to remain free. Finally each girl, at
the suggestion of her man (Lori accepting the advice of Peter), was fitted
with a spandex bra which allowed just the erect buds of the nipples to
freely protrude. The girls looked slightly silly with their erect little
nipples sticking out from otherwise covered breasts.
Boots followed, these having been decided upon instead of stockings.
The girls slipped off their high heels and had their legs sheathed in a
variety of colors and styles of boots. Finally Alison chose boots which
came up to her thighs, as did Jane, while Lori picked out a little pair of
cowboy boots, complete with spurs and a matching scarf which she tied
about her neck.
Then it was on to panties. Silk panties, leather panties, crotchless
panties, panties which left only a hole large enough for the tiny clitoris.
The latter were what the girls settled on, surreptitiously letting their
respective man brush the budding nub with his fingertips.
By this time everyone was aroused and ready for a tour of what
Miriam tactfully referred to as her 'recalcitrant room.' This proved to be
an assemblage of appliances that looked like they had been left over from
a Medieval film. Alison was persuaded to allow herself to be bound to a
large wooden X, while Lori with her cowboy motif was invited to mount a
saddle which straddled a slim metal box. As Lori was helped into the
saddle she failed to notice that in the middle of it a small hole had been
cut between the sides of which was the rounded nub of a dildo. To make
the appearance complete Jenny put a bit into Lori's little mouth and
invited Peter to hold the reins.
Once Alison was bound Mike gagged her and then proceeded to fit her
with tiny nipple clamps. Jane, meanwhile, while happy to assist Alison
and Lori, was herself reluctant to try out the equipment. Jake was her
partner for the night, however, and between his brawn and Miriam's
comforting assurances the brunette was settled into an apparatus that
could only be described as a stock on its back.
Jane was helped out of her boots by Jake, who breathed on her
clitoris as he divested her legs. Jane then stepped into the leg holes of
the stock and felt it clamp around her upper thighs. She felt little
trepidation as she was bent forward, sure that her spandex panties, which
could not be removed except by being stepped out of and left only her tiny
clitoris exposed, would protect her.
Jane was bent until her torso was parallel to the floor. Then her
arms were introduced to arm holes, which clamped around her upper arms.
The size of the holes was adjustable so that no leeway need be left for
one to escape. Jane caught a last look at Jake's massive penis as her head
was introduced to the stock, and this proved to be a shock. While there
was a floor below Jane's legs and hands, there was nothing beneath her
face! Below her she could see the basement. Suddenly Jane realized that
she had been enclosed in a soundproof box, with the hole cut below her
face to provide her sufficient air from the basement. Jane let out a gasp
as the stock closed about her neck. She felt a finger feeling her neck to
insure that the hole in the stock was not so tight that it choked her.
Jane felt something at the band of her leather panties. Suddenly she
felt the blunt side of a pocket knife inside her panties. The panties were
being cut away by a knife! Jane felt very exposed as she felt the warm air
of the emporium return to her buttocks and wash over them. The thought
of Jake's big penis flitted through her mind. This time he would surely
take her up her bottom, and she would not have the luxury of controlling
his entry!
"You owe me for one pair of panties," Miriam said as the last of the
spandex covering Jane's bottom gave way to the knife.
"Sold!" Roger said.
"How would you like to take her, up her pussy or her bottom?" Miriam
asked Jake. Her alluring face was upturned to his, her eyes looking deep
into his.
"Either, as long as I can come," Jake said.
"Well if you want to take Jane up her bottom we'd better remove that
leather sheath around your penis," Miriam said. "You're thick enough as it
is."
"Thank God," Jake sighed.
"May I have the honor?" Miriam asked.
"You're the one who tied it," Jake replied.
Miriam knelt between Jake's hairy thighs, facing his bottom. She
inhaled the musky scent exuding from his warm buttocks as she set to the
knot with her fingernails. Although Miriam worked for several minutes,
she made no headway.
"I'm afraid it's knotted. I'll have to cut it off," Miriam said finally to
Jake with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"What?!" Jake cried. But there was no other way about it. The girls,
who might have helped, were all bound. And Roger was a best a co-
conspirator in this little turn of events.
Miriam matter-of-factly took her flashing pocket knife to Jake's
loins. The man stood perspiring as the spandex was cut away. Miriam
appeared to be taking her time, which was either to afford Jake as much
protection as possible or herself as much delight as she could. Finally
Jake breathed a sigh of relief and the spandex fell into Miriam's palm.
"Would you like yours off too?" Miriam asked Peter.
"I'm not sure I do," Peter replied.
"Come, come, young man, let's see how that penis of yours has fared
inside its spandex prison," Roger said, taking the knife. "Miriam, allow
me to do the honors."
"No way," Peter said, backing away. "It's Miriam or nothing!"
"Oh, alright," Roger sighed. He returned the knife to Miriam. "I'll
content myself with providing a little entertainment to our friend here."
By this Roger meant Lori, who sat bitted and bound atop the fake 'horsey.'
Lori's ankles and knees were bound to the horse's stirrups and the straps
which the stirrups dangled from. Her wrists had been playfully tied by
Peter to the pummel at the front of the saddle.
Roger pressed a recessed button on the slim box which supported the
saddle. The saddle began bucking gently. As Miriam cut Peter loose Roger
pressed a second button, and Lori's eyes widened. The nub in the saddle
began to protrude. At first Lori was delighted, and rubbed her little
clitoris over the slowly rising nub. But when she realized that it was
more than a mere protrusion she straightened her knees and lifted her
bottom, with some unsteadiness due to the bucking, up out of the saddle.
Of course Lori's feet and hands were tied down, so all she could do was
look in horror as the protrusion extended further and further, revealing a
slim, blunt rod, with a crown atop it just like a penis.
"See those little steps on either side of the metal box, on the floor
behind where the saddle is?" Miriam asked Peter, who had just been freed
from his spandex.
"That and much more," Peter said.
"I want you to stand back there, straddling the box, and enter Lori's
bottom," Miriam instructed.
"Is that thing safe?" Peter asked of the rod which was ominously
sliding out of the center of the saddle toward Lori's labia.
"As safe as Lori wants it to be," Miriam smiled. "Although when it is
fully extended Lori will have accepted at least a half inch of it, whether
she wants to or not. Now do as I said." Peter walked up to the slim metal
box and straddled it. He accepted a soft towel beneath his balls from
Miriam as he settled on the box. The saddle's flanged back proved to be
detachable, and Peter pulled it off and tossed it aside.
"Hi, honeybuns," Peter whispered into Lori's ear as he nestled his
loins into her bottom. Lori looked back at him frantically, as if to wave
him off, but Peter had waited too long to desist now. Besides, he knew it
was Lori who had turned the light on him when he had been naked on the
back porch of the apartment.
Miriam took a jar of cream from Jake, who had just finished
greasing himself up and was intently pushing the head of his penis into
Jane's bottom. Miriam walked over to Peter and made to cream his rod.
A FEMINIST SEX STORY
For Our Special Readers
I hurried to get the bidet clean. My beloved wife was coming home
for dinner soon, a quick one, before she went off to her evening board
meeting. Actually, on her way there, she would drop by the Morality in Our
Community meeting, where she would deliver some remarks but not stay
to answer any questions. (When youÕre as busy as my wife, you donÕt have
time to listen to the people -- just to tell them what to do!)
My wife works down at the City ProsecutorÕs Office and writes a
weekly newspaper column titled, Enslave Our Children and Fuck the Men. It
is a very well received column, and anybody who writes to the newspaper
to complain finds themselves receiving a friendly Ôno knockÕ visit from our
wonderful local police. (To keep in touch with local opinions and the
people who hold them!) My wife would visit them herself, but she finds
people are much more receptive to her comments after theyÕve been
sodomized in the county jail.
ÒGet down here, you worthless piece of shit!Ó I heard my wife yell.
IÕd just finished flushing her toilet (thatÕs one of my household duties), so
I knew she had to be calling me, not her own turds!
I went rushing downstairs. There was my wife, her briefcase in
hand. She was ripping open her blouse already, exposing her hairy nipples.
How I lusted after those nipples! My wife has more hair on her chest than
I do! Down went her skirt next. And then off came her Jokey underpants.
(hope I spelled that right -- donÕt sue me!)
We are very fortunate in our marriage. Most marriages, the man has
a penis and rapes his wife. (Even if she consents, because all sex is rape,
as the feminists teach us.) My wife, though, was blessed with a very large
clitoris. It was sticking up already, quivering, and I hurriedly turned
around and bent over, knowing she needed me badly. UP my butt she went,
in and out, really hammering me, as I know must be done, because all men
are evil. She reached around and yanked on my dick real hard, pulling it
off, which I was grateful for, Ôcause it meant I could never use it for bad
purposes.
ÒThere you go, you fucking shit!Ó my beloved wife said to me. I could
feel the essence of her female ejaculate within my a-hole.
ÒShall you have dinner now, O Great One?Ó I asked. (itÕs her pet
name.)
ÒI will eat out with my fellow prosecutors!Ó she bellowed. ÒI just
came home to fuck and yank off your dick! Get back upstairs and LICK my
bidet!Ó
ÒYes, O Great One!Ó I replied, quickly saluting. In a flash she was
gone. I am waiting for her next return, licking her toilet too just in case...
s/ Lovey Dovey, A Feminized, Sensitized (and castrated) 90Õs guy.
AND IN THE END...
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
ÒIn my country, they always said I was perverted, and so I came to this
country where I feel right at home.Ó - Dutch ÔShowgirlsÕ director Paul
Verhoeven.
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